"I'll be twelve in August," she told him proudly. "I'm the youngest at the mansion right now." Her shoulders shrugged. "It's weird being around people who are older than me all the time but I don't mind it too much." She had a small group of friends she hung out with and got along really well with all of the adults. She was the type of child who did better with older people than her peers. When Xavier told her not to be afraid, she found she really wasn't that scared. Something about him just spoke of trust and security. Maybe it was unwise to just accept him so quickly but June's common sense was clouded heavily by the desire to have one safe male in her life.
She decided it would be more fun to show Xavier what she could do instead of telling him. Telling someone you could control water was just lame. Showing it allowed her to do so much more than words would be able to tell. Turning in her chair, she looked at the flower store and lifted a hand, fingers bent and soft like a dancer that was raising her hand in a beautiful gesture. Water from the outside buckets floated upward in spheres and whisked through the air toward her. She turned around with her hand still slightly elevated as the water joined together to form one wet bubble above her palm. "I can freeze it or make it really hot, too." To demonstrate she used her free hand to cast the water outward toward the sidewalk with a push of air. The water turned into icicles and fell like shards of glass on the hard pavement. "I don't know what the word for me is but they call me Oceane."
Nodding, June rested her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. "Yup. Kitty teaches computers. She teaches me ballet and piano too. And Professor Munro teaches all the science classes." June made a face. "I'm not really good with science or math but she's a really good teacher. If it wasn't for her and Kitty I don't know if I'd even be here. My daddy left me at the school and I had to go to court with Professor Munroe a lot. She got them to let me stay." Maybe she was sharing too much on their first meeting. She decided to stop talking and listen instead.
Cyclops had lost his memory too. How weird was that? As far as she knew they hadn't died at the same time or even in the same place. But the same person had supposedly killed them. Maybe there was a connection there. "They're kind of pretty," she said about the marks, looking that the one that swirled onto his cheek especially. "They kind of look like tribal tattoos." June smiled. "You could pretend you were an African shaman or something. You know, if you weren't white."
She was hungry and gladly accepted the offer of food. With a shy smile, June took a bite and savored the sweet tastes of the strawberries. They were her favorite. "How come you haven't gone to the mansion yet? Everyone will be so happy to see you."