As they approached the front entrance they saw Storm, Xavier, and Wolverine standing solemnly, waiting to greet them, fully dressed even at this early hour of morning. Pietro couldn't help but be ashamed when Lance parked the jeep. They looked terrible; Lance was still wearing his wife beater and green boxers, Toad was wearing an oversized grey t-shirt and dark green sweats that had a few holes. Wanda was in a red tank top, baggy black pajama bottoms, and mismatched socks, one striped black and red and the other was just black. Her short, black hair was tangled to the point where it looked like no amount of brushing was going to do any good, and she had absolutely no makeup. Pietro was wearing a white tee-shirt and the basketball shorts he had from when he played for his old school. All four of them were filthy with ashes from the fire, and Pietro had a few scratches from climbing down the drainpipe. When they climbed out of the jeep, Logan didn't meet eyes with any of them, but Pietro could feel the heat of Storm's glare even before he was facing her. She made it no secret that she strongly disliked Pietro, since it was his fault that her nephew Evan went to jail. The rivalry with Evan felt like a lifetime ago, to Pietro however. Things somehow seemed simpler back then.

"Do come inside," Professor Xavier said, looking over each of them, before turning to go inside. Storm opened the door from the professor, and Logan shuffled in after them, grunting at the four teenagers, who filed in after him.

Lance, Pietro, Toad, and Wanda were all seated, to Storm's obvious disgust, on the beautiful suede couch in Xavier's office who sat at his desk facing them, with an expression that gave them no hint to what he was thinking.

"Ororo, Logan, will you please excuse us for a moment," Xavier said to the two older mutants.

"You must forgive them, they don't know about what happened," he said to the Brotherhood once they had left.

"You know?" Toad asked suddenly, shocking his housemates. This was the first time he had spoken up since the day before. He was looking completely alert, and for some reason, nervous.

"I don't know exactly what took place, this morning, but as you know my telepathy allows me to sense things and I sensed a great disturbance with the Brotherhood," he answered cooling, gazing thoughtfully at Toad who was starting to sweat. "If it's not too much to ask, would one of you tell me what happened?"

Wanda spoke up first, "There was a fire…our house is gone. I don't know…how…it started," she said, trying to explain with a distant look on her face.

"Fred is dead," Lance added, his brow furrowed and his arms crossed. At this the professor leaned back at his chair looking troubled at this news.

"I see…well I am sorry to hear that. If you would like you four may stay here as long as you like, or until you can get something sorted out."

Pietro couldn't believe what he was saying and it looked like Wanda and Lance couldn't either from their wide-eyed expressions.

"I'll take that as a yes," Xavier said smiling kindly, "I'm sure you would like to get cleaned up and get something to eat. The showers are upstairs and the first two doors on the left. I'm afraid we don't have any other clothes for you now, but we can take care of that today. Breakfast will be waiting in your rooms. You can have the two rooms at the end of the corridor on the right…I think that's everything. Any questions?" he asked quizzically. Now they were completely speechless. Pietro was in awe of how Xavier was taking them in, with almost no questions asked, when they were supposed to be enemies. He wasn't judging them on how they looked, and was showing them kindness and respect. Pietro didn't know what to think about this, or even how to start to thank him. All he was thinking was that Lance was the one who was insane. How could he have left this place, to go back to the Brotherhood when he had lived here? It was amazing how this one act of kindness pushed Magneto completely from Pietro's mind. Amazing and unfortunate…