Moira Mactaggert (scottish_moira) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-01-30 21:28:00 |
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When I climb the stairs and turn the key...
Characters: Moira Mactaggert and Pete Wisdom. Also open to anyone else who would like to come visit Moira.
Setting: Xavier's Mansion, Headmaster's Quarters
Content: Innocent.
Summary: Moira tries to make herself at home, and an old friend comes to help her settle in.
It couldn't be helped. There was nowhere for Moira to live except in the Headmaster's Quarters. Commuting from her New York flat would be excessive, and a headmistress needed to be on hand at all hours. The various rooms and suites she'd occupied over the years were either gone, renovated, or occupied.
The problem was that the Headmaster's Quarters were Xavier's rooms. It was his mansion, his family home. The closets still held all his clothes, and the bed was unmade when she arrived. The thought of living in Xavier's space, and sleeping in his bed, made her physically ill.
But there was nowhere else for her to stay. She could hardly sleep in the dorms, and to take a room in the staff quarters--while leaving the Headmaster's apartment empty--would seem like a lack of authority.
She spent the first night in a guest room. When she awoke, she had Xavier's room stripped. His personal items were put in storage, the curtains and rugs were replaced with new, and the furniture was mixed out with pieces from all across the mansion. She'd even purchased a new mattress, though the bed frame had to stay. It wouldn't fit through the door. The room was reborn as a lighter, airier version of itself, with pristine white and blue fabrics offsetting the heavy dark wood of the furniture.
It was an improvement. She could live here, at least, though it still felt transient. Despite the changes, it was still Xavier's space.
In time, she planned to remodel the space entirely. She considered "donating" a building to the school, from her private funds, in order to build a new house for Headmistress and staff. It would be to everyone's advantage--the school was pressed for space, with its current construction. Moving the staff out of the main building would open up much-needed classroom and dormitory space. She wondered how much Xavier would mind if she built a Petit Trianon on the school grounds.
Sunday mornings were one of the rare quiet times in the school, and Moira was taking advantage of it with a cup of tea in the morning room of her suite. For a few hours, she didn't want to worry about being Headmistress. For now, she was just Moira.