Scene: automobile pulling through the iron gates of the entrance to the old part of the mansion.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't his fault and now his foster parents were dumping him on someone else's lap. Peter-Paul pondered what was going to happen to himself now. First they had taken the train. Peter-Paul didn't mind the train, it reminded him of escaping and freedom. The drive to the school seemed to take forever however. Nobody said anything during the trip.
"ProfessorX: The child is here with guardians at the old entrance professor." Storm tapped her com badge. Storm liked to greet new students at the school in person. As head of the school she rarely had time to do so, but today she had the time. It was summer exam time. She had been waiting for several minutes at the door as the child's guardians had cell-phoned to notify her they would be arriving in minutes. She thought it was a sad situation in a way. The guardians no longer wanted to look after the child who was just about five years old, after discovering he was inhuman. He'd gotten into a fist fight and showed some nasty claws. They sought to find a better placement for him. It was their fear that they wouldn't be able to control him.
As the school's medical facilities were among the best for determining the needs of special individuals, the guardians decided to have him evaluated at the school.
At the rear of the original mansion was a newer, modern looking glass and concrete five story expansion. The modern expansion included a new main entrance on the side opposite the old one. The expansion was about five times the size of the original building. The exterior looked somewhat like a giant box. Not that appealing, but it made a good backdrop to the old mansion. The school had grown over the years to house more folks. That included ordinary people who dared to mingle with other extraordinary people. A corner stone on the new building read "LG construction". (It was a joke, standing for Lensherr-Grey). The building extension was rumoured to have been constructed in a single day. Although it looked like an ordinary modern glass building, it wasn't so ordinary if one knew the details.
"And what is your name ?" Ororo asked. Storm already knew the child's name but it was only polite to ask since he'd never met her before.
"Peter and Paul". Peter-Paul responded.
"You mean Peter-Paul ?" Storm inquisend.
"Yes." Peter-Paul said. He learned that people wouldn't understand the distinction. Rather than argue a point, he simple agreed.
"Well they call me Ororo." Storm stated.
"Ororo: Please bring the child to my office." ProfessorX requested. ProfessorX being somewhat older had relinquished control of the school to Storm a few years ago when they added the glass part. But he was still involved in running the school, it something he just couldn't completely retire from.
Peter-Paul followed Storm down the hall to the professor's office. He looked about, taking in the beautiful surroundings.
"Hi professor. This is Peter-Paul." Storm announced to the professor as she closed the door to the office behind her. She gently nudged Peter-Paul forward towards the professor. "He likes to be called Peter-Paul." Storm informed the professor.
"Hello Peter-Paul, my name is Charles". The professor greeted him. The professor noted something strange about Peter-Paul right away. His mind was difficult to read. Not that he was blocking telepathy, but that somehow the child's thoughts were confused and out-of-sync. There was almost an echo to his thoughts. He wondered if the child had a head injury.
"What about the fist fight ?" The professor asked. "What was that about ?" The professor wasn't really concerned about the fight, but was using the topic to assess the child's intellectual capacities. He wanted to see language skills in operation, the ability to respond to questions, the capacity to understand language in general.
Peter-Paul's face turned red for a moment. "He killed my friend with drugs." Peter-Paul replied. "He deserved what he got."
ProfessorX was slightly surprised by Peter-Paul's directness. He could understand the fight. It was all in the information social services had sent them. Well, Peter-Paul didn't seem to lack in skill for his age. After talking to Peter-Paul for a few more minutes the professor concluded that Peter-Paul's language skills were about average, if not better. It seems the foster parents had done a good job of improving Peter-Paul's language. When he'd been found he only spoke six different words of Mandarin Chinese.
"Well Peter-Paul, we would like to see those claws of yours in more detail. Would it be okay if we used a special machine ?". The professor asked.
"I can't make them come out." Peter stated somewhat worried. He didn't like the fact that people knew about his claws now. His modus operandi was to keep everything secret. It came from the atmosphere of secrecy that he grew up in.
"Don't worry, they don't need to be showing." The professor smiled. He wanted to know the extent of Peter-Paul's mutations. With claws the professor expected Peter-Paul was somewhat feral. They'd had lots of experience dealing with feral individuals in the past. With a little bit of training Peter-Paul could likely lead an ordinary life.
After talking to Peter-Paul for a few minutes the professor noted that Peter-Paul had some difficulty talking. He seemed to talk in bursts. The professor guessed Peter-Paul was partially mute.
"Hank: Could you please take Peter-Paul to the imaging room for a body scan ?" The professor tapped his com badge. Ordinarily Jean would do the analysis, but the professor thought Peter-Paul might be more comfortable around the beast. Besides, Jean was busy with classes at the moment.