Who: Storm, Gambit When: either Monday, August 11th, 2008 [post-apocalypse] or Thursday, September 20th, 2007 [pre-apocalypse] Where: Xavier's; Storm's classroom, the grounds, Danger Room What: Someone's a skiver. Status: in progress Rating: PG
"That's all for today, guys," Ororo concluded. "Those papers aren't due until next week, but don't put them off until the last minute," most faces were no longer on her, at this point. It was like clockwork with these kids. Her eyes were on the back of a few particular heads, however. Some of the older students had taken to shirking off homework entirely, let alone procrastinating. But one individual hadn't bothered showing up to class today at all. And she knew he was well, she had seen him eat his share of breakfast (if not more). She never remembered Scott or Hank-wait, yes. Hank had eaten 'that much' and 'that often'.
She closed her lesson plan when she reached her desk and began clearing some of the specimens she'd prepared. They needed to be closer to the windows. While she worked (quickly), her mind chased down the paths that Remy usually wandered. She'd start at the beginning and work her way to his room. For a loner, the guy was hardly ever in his room.