Title: Capturing Moods

Date: Tuesday, first week of class

11:36 am

Xavier's School for the Gifted - Kitchen

"Hey!" Jubilee whirled to find Peter standing behind her, now guzzling the last Dr. Pepper she's reached for from the cupboard.

Peter smacked his lips, crushing the can between his grip. "Ahhhh."

"Are you serious?" Jubilee's mouth dropped. "What is your problem?"

Chuckling, Peter turned from her and left the kitchen. Staring at his retreating form, Jubilee ignored the snickers that came from the circular breakfast table where Bobby and Ray sat. "Ugh!" She groaned, and stomped out of the kitchen.

"Man," Ray said, "They're like a sitcom."

Bobby knodded, as he was about to add to Ray's statement, his own mouth dropped open. At one doorway stood his girlfriend, Rogue, they'd been dating for nearly a year now. At the back doorway, leading to the backyard, stood Kitty, which whom Bobby had not so secretively developed an innocent crush on. Not so secretively meaning that Rogue definitely knew about it. The two girls stared at each other, glaring. Ray, finding true enjoyment in the dramatic triangle, gleefully whistled the old this-town-ain't-big-enough-for-the-two-of-us tune and followed with, "Wah, wah, waaaaaah."

The girls kept their eyes locked on each other. Finally, Rogue spoke, "Bobby? Would you mind helpin' me with somethin'?"

"Uhm," Bobby cleared his throat. "S-sure, Rogue. What do you need?"

"I need a partner for the chem'stry lab, sugah."

Kitty cracked a smug smile, "Oh, Rogue, heh. That's too bad. Bobby already agreed to be my partner."

"What?" Rogue broke her eye contact to look at her boyfriend.

Shrinking back a bit, Bobby gulped. "Well, I mean, you didn't ask and Kitty did and I just thought-"

"That what?!" She glared at him. "Thought I wouldn't be as good a partner as her?" She turned quickly on her heel and stalked out of the kitchen, much like Jubilee just had.

"Man," Ray chuckled, "This room has bad ju-ju."

Bobby threw him a glare, "Shut up. Rogue!" He followed her.

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11:38 am

Xavier's School for the Gifted - Front Door

"It's so good to see you, Moira." Ororo hugged the guest before her. "I'm glad you're here."

Moira smiled in return, "Thank you, Ororo. Hank didn't have to do much convincing, I've always loved the mansion."

Hank guided the ladies through the door, carrying Moira's things. "We'll have to get you settled in first. Find you a room and -"

"Nonsense," Moira waved off his kindness as if it were merely a fly. "I've come here to be put to work and I expect nothing less of that."

"Now Moira," Hank protested.

"Henry," she smiled. "I have done nothing more than feel sorry for myself since Charles' death. It's high time I do something useful with myself. I insist."

Hank's blue furred face shined with admiration for the woman before him. "In that case, let me show you to the lab."

She flashed her white teeth in a grin. "That's more like it."

Ororo chuckled as the pair excitedly exited towards the elevator that would take them downstairs to the lab.

"What're you laughin' about?" His gruff voice made Ororo's nerves jump. She looked left and saw Logan, hand's shoved in his pockets, coming in from the hall.

Instantly, Ororo's defense went up. "You're still here."

He narrowed his eyes in his own denfense. "Keep that up and it won't be for long."

She straightened her back, pulling herself to her full height. Keep calm, she reminded herself. "I just thought you'd decide to leave again. I, uhm, know it's not easy being here...without Jean."

A pang of pain shot through Logan's nerves. She'd hit the nail on the head. Life without the red-headed beauty was not as easy as he'd hoped. "Yeah...well..." He tried to be nonchalant. Ororo looked curiously at him,waiting for a solid answer. "'Ro, c'mon. Cut me some slack."

She sighed, "I'm sorry."

He shrugged, his mind resurfacing memories of Jean he'd tried to burry for four months. "Look, 'Ro, I'm here, alright? I'm stayin' and I won't leave."

Her nerves jolted again. She nodded, "Alright..get to work then." She turned to leave.

"On what?" He called after her.

"The jet's engine is broken," She called over her shoulder. "You can start on that."

He watched her go and chuckled.

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