Who: Magneto; tag Wolverine, Storm
When: Monday, July 21st, 2008 (lunch time)
Where: Xavier's; informal dining room
What: story time with Grandpa Lensherr
Status: in progress
Rating: PG-13

Things were quite abuzz around Xavier's, as of late. Lots and lots to consider and take in for the inquisitive mind. Magneto, much like the majority of the Brotherhood, had not been resting on his laurels. His voice had found curious ear after curious ear around the place - all those souls who were quite finished with the condition of things and hoped for a better tomorrow. All of those souls... who had been branded with X's. It was amazing how little really needed to be said to sway a desperate person's view on such things as life and love and the state of the world.

For today, however, Erik Lensherr was off the clock. He planned to sit down to a quiet meal in the less-used dining area and consider nothing but the birds that landed on the branches outside the windows.

So, as he carried his tray of food and drink through the door, it was with a slightly annoyed expression that he crossed to his desired seat, after noticing the newly matched mother and father of the X-Men were cuddled up at the far end of the table, sharing a meal.

"Am I intruding?" he asked with an uproarious sense of sarcasm and irony in his tone and across his features.