Like Scott, Ororo had remained in her classroom for a time after the end of class. She'd assigned a paper to her class a week prior and, with the due date looming just a day away, more than one had last minute questions for her. (It was a bit disappointing, knowing they had waited so long to begin their projects. But she could not fault them, having procrastinated plenty in her own youth.)
When she did make her way out, she was greeted by an entirely unexpected sight. "T'Challa." The name was out of her mouth before she even realized she'd spoken. Shaking her head quickly, Ororo corrected herself: "Excuse me, Your Highness." He was a king now, after all. She had seen him on television often enough to know his title. "I was unaware you would be visiting us this day."
Or any day, really. It had been many years since she had seen him. Back then he had been just a boy and she a girl; it felt like another life, their time in Africa. Ororo allowed herself to smile in greeting, though it was not as sincere as she would have liked. It was just-- she did not know this person before her, not really. Not anymore. And it left her feeling somewhat out of sorts.