It was just another beautiful Saturday morning for the mutants of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Birds chirped out their wake-up songs; squirrels flitted about on the ground, frantically searching for the nuts they knew would be trampled later in the day; and the softened snores of the lazy students filled the halls in the large mansion, meshing together into one large choir of sleeping angels. And because it was such a peaceful day, Charles decided to let the students do whatever they pleased. Days like this were rare, so it wasn't something he would risk passing up.
However, a handful of the mutants had been awake since the crack of dawn - like Logan, for example. Sleeping late wasn't exactly his "thing," and - no matter what - he always preferred to rise with the sun. No one argued with him about it. Everything functioned smoothly when Logan used the battle sims in the Danger Room for his training than the few wisecracking students who dared questioning him about his sleeping habits. So far, twenty days had gone by without such stupidity, and Logan had enjoyed them all.
On this particular morning, such a streak would be broken.
Another mutant who tended to awake early was none other than the resident boombox, Velvet Taylor. She was the kind of person Logan hated being alone with. If no one was around to stop her, that girl would chat with a wall until it crumbled under the pressure. And, in this case, Logan was the wall. He groaned as the violet-haired girl bounded into the kitchen and stopped just two feet behind him. As he prepared his morning coffee, he heard a small, light-sounding hum, like a the noise a hummingbird makes when it flies. He flipped around and glared at the girl, who had created a tiny ball of sonic waves in the palm of her hand. She "eeped" and hid her little creation behind her back, accidentally launching it into the floor - causing a small dent to form in the linoleum flooring.
"Whoa - oops!" Velvet squeaked, her eyes the size of dinner plates. She smiled weakly, holding her hands just inches from her face in a surrendering manner. She hoped Logan would let her off with just a stern glare and a harsh warning/threat to never do it again. "I'll, uh, fix that...?" She tried, her smile widening.
But the furious glint in the Wolverine's cold, blue eyes. Velvet gulped, slowly inching her way towards the exit.
"So, uh, yeah... I'm, um, g-gonna go find Bobby, m'kay? Yeah..." And at that, she bolted down the hall before you could say Wolverine and the X-Men.
Logan grunted gruffly and took a slow sip of coffee. Maybe sleeping in isn't such a bad idea after all...
Once she was sure she wasn't being followed, Velvet eased herself out from behind the largest potted plant she could find. As she dusted herself off, she contemplated what to do next.
Well, her previous plans to prank Logan by painting his claws pink
again was over-all shattered to little, tiny, bite-sized pieces. As well as any other trick she wanted to pull on the Wolverine for the next two months. Bummer.
All that was left now was to either school Bobby at some videogames, or go train with Kurt in the Danger Room. Considering how much of a sore loser Bobby was, Velvet decided to stick with the latter. She didn't want her door to be frozen shut in the morning - again.
Velvet rubbed her chin, thinking to herself, about what today's training session should be about...
Controlling you powers, maybe? Came a highly-recognizable voice in the back of her head. Velvet started slightly - not entirely used to the professor's telepathic abilities yet - and relaxed.
Sorry, Prof, you scared me a bit, she thought back. So, what about controlling my powers?
Well, I saw what happened in the kitchen.
Velvet didn't even have to think about thinking about it for Charles to know. She sucked in a deep breath through her teeth and facepalmed. Man, she just couldn't avoid anything today, could she?
No. No you can't, Charles chuckled inside her conscious.
Velvet gritted her teeth. Professor, it's just so creepy how you do that, y'know that?
She could detect the amusement in his voice. Yes, I know. Kurt's awake, by the way. I'll leave you alone now.
And at that, all Velvet could hear inside her hollow head was her own thoughts instead of Charles Xavier's voice. She never liked him - but she didn't hate him, either. She just...wasn't happy with the thought of all her fantasies playing like a melodramatic movie for him. Her mind was her mind, and all her thoughts belonged to her and her only.
But, some things he said in her mind was useful. Like, for example, the fact that Kurt was awake. A small smile formed on Velvet's face as she raced down the hall and towards the wallcrawler's room.