Who: Charles and Kurt What: Showing Charles the library/a meeting of mutants When: June 3rd, morning. Where: Great hall Warnings: Not likely Status: Ongoing
Charles wasn't exactly surprised to find fellow mutants. Not finding any at all would have been more surprising.
Kurt already had his interest. Not only did he have remarkable gifts but he was clearly intelligent and kind. Also in Charles' mind was the realisation that another, older, version of him had earned the teen's respect. He realised it would be strange for the boy to meet someone who both was and wasn't his professor. He determined to draw on the patience he had left. His reserves were skating low after what he only came to think of as 'the beach' but that was for him to deal with. Even more pressing was finding his way around the castle that reminded him of some dreamscape Oxford.
Raven's son. Raven had a son. Charles almost chuckled at the idea that he was something like an uncle. Technically. Or he would be. He wondered if he would have the chance to congratulate her.
Caught in his chair, burning in his spine, he had to force himself to imaging himself as anything more than broken. The temptation to self pity was tempered by the wonder of the ceiling, the age of the stone, the movement in the paintings and the hope that they'd been dragged to the castle for some good reason. Raven was there (though he was yet to know what that meant) and his old dream of a school safe for mutants seemed to be happening around him without his input.
Looking up at the lazy clouds Charles realised he'd had worse days.