Who: Emma Frost, Julian Keller When: Sunday evening Where: Kitchen What: Patrolling the halls for the inevitable hysteria from the memories returning, Emma finds a *gasp* plate dropper in the kitchen.
If there was one thing Emma Frost was fascinated about with Xavier's school, it was that the faculty members earned their paychecks. Even when classes weren't in session, it seemed the students needed supervision 24/7. They were always up to some kind of mischief, or mischief would befall them. She felt more like a babysitter than an instructor some days with the way many of her students acted, especially compared to the pomp of her former ones at the Massachusetts Academy.
Yet there was something that made her stay. Some innate love for at least the opportunities the school presented, both for herself and for even the most unfortunate of students. While most weren't worth the trouble, there were a few raw diamonds in the sand of the student body. With time, she would hopefully find more. For now, Emma had to be content with patrolling the halls for trouble. Now that everyone's memories had returned, she was anticipating as much panic from excitement as the raw panic when everyone else had lost them. The student body was nothing but predictable.
A crashing noise caught Emma's attention as she rounded a corner by the kitchen. Ah. Already the hysteria begins. She realized she may be overreacting, especially when she rounded the corner into the kitchen to find no fight breaking out or panic. Simply a single person, who had dropped one of the inexpensive plates that Xavier had purchased for public use on the hardwood floor. Without fanfare or a warning besides the click of her heels on the wood, Emma spoke aloud to the individual. "Despite how gaudy they are, I suggest you be more careful with Charles Xavier's china. While the man may think himself Daddy Warbucks, his account is nowhere near bottomless."