Sometimes Noah had just as hard a time pulling the imaginary from the real. Unfortunately. his father had made him memorize magical lore and actual events that sometimes even he found the lines blurring a little bit. "Maybe a little of both," Noah conceded, figuring it wouldn't be too proper to actually get into a conversation about such things presently. His first order of business was to secure the books. After that, maybe he'd be able to relax....even around Ryan.
Noah's head swiveled around slowly, drinking in the school that he'd been a part of so many years ago. Luckily, it didn't seem like much had changed. Except, of course, the death of Charles Xavier. Yet another topic that Noah didn't want to bring up, even to offer his condolences. At least he realized that saying them to Ryan would definitely be the wrong person. Maybe Scott, if he was still around. He didn't figure Logan would do more than grunt. Noah had been used to grunts from the feral midget.
"Oh, I think they have. Wong said something about them. Mister Cassidy must've OK'd it." There wasn't much discourse between Noah and Wong on the subject. He had just been pretty much told to pack up and get back. Taking a deep breath, Noah glanced at the Cloak, making sure it was still holding up. Sure, he'd trained with it to be an extension of himself, but that didn't mean there wasn't any worry when it came to his things.