JP certainly had plans for the holiday, but none that involved his family. He saw them over the summer, generally, and he didn't want to deal with his mother's continued awkwardness with his mutantcy. It bothered him less and less as the years went on, but it helped that he was also spending less and less time there. So no, there would be no holiday fun opening presents by the tree, or sitting down to a feast with Canadian distant relatives. He'd be in the city, shutting himself in with a long-time "friend", and potentially a "friend of a friend", and likely wouldn't even realize that Christmas had come and gone until the weekend had passed. Hopefully.
Currently he was happy to enjoy the unusual quiet the school offered. Sure, there were still people around, but difference was extremely noticeable. No hordes of children stomping around, only a few littered here and there, most of them now hanging around idly in their rooms until it was their turn to head home for the holiday.
JP made his way through the hall with the take-out bag of Chinese food in one hand without seeing a single other person, aside from a pair of legs disappearing up the stairwell as he made his way to the common room.
Victor was one of the few students JP had actually developed a more social relationship with. Mentoring was never something JP had considered, not particularly seeing himself as being personable or patient enough to tolerate having a kid hanging around him, but with Victor things just seemed to fall into place. For one, the kid was smart as tack, and overall JP saw enough of himself in him that it wasn't terribly difficult to help him when he needed it. Overall, JP was happy to delay his trip to the city for a day to keep the kid company until it was time for him to wander home as well. Besides, a night of movies and Chinese food, just hanging out, was kind of nice.
Victor wasn't particularly hard to spot as JP entered, being the only other person in the room, and the only person green and scaly person the school had to offer so far. JP wound his way around the couch, plopping down easily, setting the paper bag down on the coffee table in front of him. "I don't remember, do you do chopsticks or a fork?"