The Quidditch match persisted and Laura was on a roll. Even if Slytherin had gotten the Snitch, Gryffindor would win by a landslide. Several screams grabbed her attention. Her excellent eyes found Logan and Sabertooth and she frowned. "He's not supposed to be here," she muttered. Laura flew to the Beater nearest her, "You mind?" She snatched his bat of out his hand and aimed it at a Bludger. With a SMACK! it sailed through the air and hit it's target. Sabertooth swayed and then crumpled to the ground. Logan wiped the blood pouring from his nose onto his robe sleeve and waved to Laura in the air. She smiled and scored another goal. "Take that Sabertooth! You big-" "MS. PRYDE!" "Sorry Professor but the game's over anyway. Gryffindor wins like, hands down! 350-60! Woohoo!"
The X-Men sat in Dumbledore's office, along with the Heads of Houses and Mystique. Even Pietro and Wanda were there. Sabertooth was in the dungeons for the time being. Dumbledore was seated at his desk with his fingertips pressed together and his eyes closed. Finally, he opened them. "In this time of peace, it is strange that Fenrir would attack, especially because he would have to know I was here." Professor X cocked his head, "Fenrir?" Dumbledore nodded, as if it all made sense, "Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf. He was one of the few that felt werewolves should lead the world, and often attacked children in broad daylight." Professor X stared at his old friend, "Albus that was not Fenrir. That was Victor Creed or Sabertooth. He is one of Magneto's Acolytes but I can't understand why Magneto would send him." Logan tried to swallow his guilt, "Cause I was here Chuck. You know he wants me dead. Didn't think he'd find me here to be honest but since when has that ever stopped him? Magneto didn't send him. He does what he wants for the most part, especially when it comes to killing me." Dumbledore was staring at him as though he knew him. As if he'd known a man to suffer the same fate. "Logan I don't blame you for what has happened. Victor's mind will be erased and we will send him back to this Magneto. And by no means does it mean you have to leave." Logan loosened his crossed arms: he'd forgotten Dumbledore could read minds. The headmaster stood and absentmindedly stroked Faux the Phoenix's head, "I will simply add some of the security placed when Voldemort was in power." He ignored the cringes from his fellow professors and fixed them each with a stare, "Fear of a name is fear of the thing itself. Severus, perhaps you could take care of Victor's memories?" The man nodded and swept from the room. There was a brief silence. Pietro looked around the room, eyes resting in Mystique, "When'd you get here?"
The Hogsmeade weekend seemed to come faster than anticipated. One minute Logan was teaching classes and the next he was walking down to the village with two of his least favorite people. Mystique was refusing to look at him, which suited him fine, and Snape was also refusing to look at him, which made everything all the better. Logan stopped at the outskirt of the town, just like Mystique. He was used to small towns and villages because he spent most of his life in them but Hogsmeade was something different altogether. Most of the cottages were stone and looked normal but the stores were what were interesting. Honeyduke's, a sweetshop, was brightly colored and had displays of even more colorful candy in the window. There was a building towards the end of the street that was entirely pink, and Logan knew he'd never step foot in, unless he was dead. Zonko's, the joke shop, was bright orange. And there were fireworks exploding out of a barrel next to the door. Snape seemed oblivious to the marvel's of the village. He was making his way to a building with a sign that read Three Broomstick's Inn. Logan followed and almost had to drag Mystique after them because she wouldn't move. The Inn was rather nice, cramped, but nice. Mystique, who had regained movement, stalked to the table farthest from, well, everything and sat down. Logan reluctantly followed. When they were all seated a woman with curly blond hair in sparkly heels approached them, "Hello Professor Snape I haven't seen you in here in quite some time. And you must be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Pleasure to see you here. And I don't believe I've met you," she said cheerily, looking to Mystique. The blue-skinned woman smiled sweetly, "Raven. I'm a prodigy of Professor McGonagall." The woman nodded, "I'm Rosmerta, Madam Rosmerta. Can I get you something to drink?" Snape gave a curt shake of his head. Logan ordered a firewhisky and Mystique ordered an ice water. When she had left, Logan let out a slow breath. Mystique rolled her eyes and drummed her fingers on the table. The silence continued to escalate in awkwardness, only interrupted by Rosmerta bringing their drinks. She refused to take Logan's money however, "Oh no you're a the new professor! This one's on the house." She winked at Logan and sashayed away. Mystique bat her eyes innocently and sipped her water, "Somebody likes the Wolverine." Logan scowled and drank his firewhisky. When he glanced back at Mystique, she'd changed her appearance to match Madam Rosmerta's and was making sappy comments. He shoved her off her chair, causing her to change back. "Stop being a child," he growled. Mystique snorted and sat back in her chair, "Shut it Badger." Logan gave a low growl and Mystique smirked, "Thank Tabitha." Snape, who'd remained silent this whole time, spoke up, "Tabitha?" Mystique nodded, "Tabitha was a child that left the X-Men and came to the Brotherhood. She was really a pain." Logan gave a snort of laughter, "Boom-Boom was the most irritating child to ever join the X-Men. Although Multiple if a close second." "Multiple?" Snape asked. Logan nodded, "I think his name's Jamie. He can make tons of himself." Snape nodded in understanding, and then asked a question he'd really been dieing to know but hadn't really wanted to ask, "What are all of your capabilities? The children and the other three?" Logan leaned back in his chair, "Half-Pint, er, Kitty can phase through stuff. And the fuzzy-elf can teleport places." Snape looked confused, "Fuzzy-elf?" Logan smiled slightly, "Right. I have nicknames for most of the kids. Kurt. Kurt can teleport places. And Jean's a telepath. Scott shoots layers from his eyes. Evan can shoot spikes from his arms and legs. Hank is, well, a beast. Ororo can control the weather and Charles is a telepath." "And what about Rogue?" Logan nodded, suddenly a little more serious, "Rogue can absorb the memories and powers of anyone she comes in contact with. And if she stays in contact too long, she can kill you." Mystique then chimed in, "Wanda and Pietro are mutants as well. Pietro can run faster than the wind. He can also think faster. And Wanda is naturally gifted with magic. Powerful magic." Logan nodded and the finished up, "And Laura is like me." Snape raised an eyebrow, "Laura? The second-year?" Logan nodded, "Yeah she's my clone. She's got to claws in each hand and one in each foot. And then the healing factor." He scowled, "Poor kid had to go through the Weapon X process when she was young."
The three left the pub not long after, making their way back up to the castle. They were by no means friends and probably wouldn't ever be. But it was surprising, mostly to Logan, how much the people in this world seemed to be able to relate to him. And yeah, Mystique was definitely not his friend, and wasn't really even a good acquaintance, but Logan was pretty positive that if he saw her in the hallway, he wouldn't trick her into walking down the wrong corridor anymore. Well, maybe sometimes, but not always.