Okay, sure, so she'd never actually finished her high school degree, and sure, this was all part of her cover, but she was supposed to be a cool superhero now. She knew all of this. And she'd actually been out and experienced most of it, unlike this class full of clueless nobodies who thought they were special because they could create a spark or two.
But she'd 'transferred' in here, and finishing her diploma was one of the requirements for getting to stay, so she didn't get the luxury of complaining about it.
She'd known since she was six that she was an Alpha-level mutant, she didn't need this posh teacher telling her what's what. Bored, she entertained herself with poking around in the minds of her classmates. The teacher's mental powers were strong. She didn't dare do more than skirt around the edges of that mind, and she made a note to be careful about what a teacher like that might notice. A couple of the other students had some rudimentary mental power, but no one had anything like the power of the teacher--or the one red-headed girl sitting near the front of the class (or at least nearer than Regan).
One of the guys on the right edge of the class seemed to share Regan's opinions of the value of the class, more concerned about trying to look cool than what Ms. Frost was saying. Also, guilty of slouching. Regan hooked into his mind, just enough to start projecting illusions that only the two of them could see, and subtle enough that even a powerful telepath (like the teacher) wouldn't notice. Regan's father had given her careful training about being subtle around powerful mutants.
A tiny goblin appeared on the edge of the guy's desk, clawing its way up and snarling. Regan grinned a little to herself as the student stiffened, suddenly occupied with something other than looking cool. The goblin sat down on the student's desk, watching him with a hungry scowl, but didn't do anything, waiting to see how much she could freak him out.
This probably would have entertained her for at least the next twenty minutes, except that the teacher said the name "Miss Grey" when talking to one of the students. The red-headed girl Regan had noticed earlier, actually.
The illusion she was toying with vanished instantly as Regan started paying attention again. Jean Grey. This was her target? A fellow student? She was so young, she looked almost helpless with innocence. Regan had expected someone formidable.
Well. Maybe this would be easy after all.
And as for the teacher, well. Emma Frost. Regan was sure she recognized that name from her father's connections in the Hellfire Club. She wrote the name down on her notebook, the only thing she'd written down on the otherwise blank page.
Emma Frost. What was a former Hellfire Queen doing here? Regan would have to figure it out, and the sooner the better. Intrigued by the questioning between the two of them, Regan watched the teacher, gaze perhaps more calculating than would be appropriate for a dutiful and attentive student.