"I don't have a nephew! And you are not going anywhere with this creep!" Lorna was spitting mad. Staring at the silver haired boy while speaking to Jean, she pointed at the kid, letter crumpled in her hand.
"Whatever he told you is lies, Jean. He caught up with me in New Orleans. Tried to claim that Magneto of all people was my father, that I was his Aunt... and I can't be his Aunt and have Magneto as a father unless one of the twins are his parents and they'd have had to have him at like, 8 or 9 or something for that to occur. And when I asked for proof, he tried to run on me becuase he couldn't back it up and THEN! Then he drops his name and phone number with a 'call me' note on it at my feet before actually running away. Little bastard was hitting on me and trying to play some sort of sick mind game while he was at it!"
By the end of her disgusted rant, the rest of the house could hear Lorna and more than a few heads were peaking in around doors and from the top of the stairs. Gossip was already starting to spread. Some creep was hitting on Jean and Lorna and claiming to be thier cousin or something to get close enough to do it....