Johnny will have to learn that it wasn't the state that could be potentially bad, it was the people who lived in it; born and bred, actually. Beware, Johnny, for you are about to meet someone who probably hates foreign people. She never understood why Southerners would rather have a whole watermelon to themselves whilst sitting in the scorching sun on their front stoops. Eudora liked her fruit decoratively served in slices, and if she had to deal with a tan she'd be in a tanning booth! Thank you very much!

Eudora had found many uses for the slight amount of time Xavier's Institute remained quiet. Reading the latest copy of Vogue or the New York Times was on her to-do list occasionally. Rumors of her probably running away from her parents were in the pages every other month. Of course she cringed at the thought of how much Sebastian and Edith Ross paid to keep Eudora out the news. Heaven knows she's nothing but an error to them by now. Bastards! Luckily for anyone who would probably be in range of her mental outbursts when reading said magazines, she was actually tutoring herself on her Telepathy at this moment. She had made it a routine to explore her telepathy every morning. Reading and scanning minds from distances were already covered since seven in the morning, but Eudora thought it exhilarating that the students weren't causing any noises, or Jaya's little thingies weren't terrorizing anyone for once. How could she give up such precious time so easily? This quiet time would be great for projecting her astral-self.

It had been hours before Johnny had ever arrived and Eudora had just become comfortable with blocking everyone out of her Astral realm while she was projected in it. She had found refuge outside and hadn't noticed any new, Southern arrivals. She was too busy enjoying her imaginary private park in the confines of the Astral Plane. Of course, her mental vacation would have to cease for the time being, sadly. "Who in the blood hell is making all that ruckus!?" Eudora thought to return to her God-given body at first, which was dressed in Gucci from head to toe I might add, but thought of all the possibilities. She'd have to walk, IN HEELS, to whatever or whomever was making the noises. Hell if she'd risk her fresh pedicure. Instead she decided to go tele-looking for the noise. Her scan went unnoticed as it was rather quick seeing as it was easy to spot a man bringing in so many domestic horses. This man certainly had his nerves and didn't realize he just interrupted THE Eudora Ross. He had another thing coming if he thought she'd just sit idle and allow him to make all of that noise.

She had kept a close eye on him. Well, rather she walked only a few steps behind him wherever he went. Of course, he didn't notice her, or let alone, see her for that matter. When he hopped on the horse with such finesse, she finally decided to interrupt him. Must you interrupt every living soul with your ruckus? A mental voice played in his head. Didn't anyone tell you that quiet time is code for MY time, dear? It should be printed in the brochure soon. Do keep in mind that if you're going to make this your new abode, do be aware of my presence and my terms at ALL TIMES. Her ghostly yet slightly limpid body then began to appear, floating in plain view in front of him and his horse. For I am Eudora Ross. Do I make myself perfectly clear? All said perfectly with her biting, English tongue.