The mansion's books weren't going to balance themselves, and Bobby Drake had a few quiet hours in which he wasn't teaching, so he was in his office trying to wrangle the figures. Of course, this was easier said than done, considering the way so much of what went on at this school was off the books. Xavier's School was much easier to fund than a superhero team with an underground facility, a modified Blackbird jet, and a gigantic gymnasium/survival course/holodeck.
He was at least able to keep track of the school aspect with a clear conscience, and after a while he got up and stretched, deciding to walk around for a bit. He promised himself that his break wasn't going to last longer than a half-hour. Four a change.
In the main hall, he stopped in his tracks. There was Logan, staring threateningly at someone, which was a fairly common sight, actually. The uncommon sight was Erik freakin' Lehnsherr on the school grounds, looking like he owned the place (and if he did, that was a wrinkle in the school's record of ownership he just wasn't prepared to deal with). At his side was some long-haired guy he didn't immediately recognize.
On instinct, Bobby iced up, ready to sound an alarm.