Late afternoon, headmaster's office; Attn: Logan
She sneaked in through a second floor bathroom window. The bedroom it led into was empty, and Matty stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie as she stopped to glance around a moment. It didn't seem like anyone lived in this room yet. Silently, Matty wondered how many people occupied the mansion altogether, though she knew the sum was nowhere near the population of the Massachusetts Academy.
With a sigh, Matty exited this room, entering into a hallway. From the sound of things, she was on the boys' side of the dormitories. She could hear male voices laughing, talking, shouting over the noise of TVs and PlayStations. Very few of them were in the hallway, and any of them who were didn't pay much attention to her as she slipped past them. They probably thought she was new. Or they were confused by her tomboyish appearance and briefly thought she was one of them. Whatever, it didn't matter.
The layout hadn't changed much from the previous school, which unnerved her somewhat. There were obvious changes, such as differences in wallpaper, the grain of the hardwood floors that hadn't quite been broken in by the shuffling of students' feet, and the slight differences in hues of the paint on some of the walls. Little things, too, that other people might not catch, like the noises that came from the floors settling.
She made her way to the headmaster's office, which was only a little out of place from the previous layout. Matty found it easily enough, and knocked on the door. When there came no answer, she pushed it open and glanced inside. No one was around.
"Figures," she muttered under her breath.
Oh well. She strode forward into the room, not bothering to shut the door behind her as she did so. She had to stop once she was halfway to the desk, because this was obviously not the office that had once been Professor Xavier's office and sometimes classroom. There weren't as many books, for one, nor many of the little things Xavier had kept around him as mementos of his life. She had mourned his loss before, but it still seemed difficult to believe he was gone. Wiping a tear away from her eye, she glanced around again. It didn't seem like Ororo's type of space; there weren't any plants anywhere to be seen. Except for maybe a bamboo shoot sitting on the desk. That was odd. Matty curled back her lip and inhaled the scents in the room.
So Logan was headmaster? She quirked a brow at that, letting out a small chuckle from her throat. Well, then.
She walked around to the other side of the desk and promptly sat in his chair. It was comfortable, at least, she had to give him that. She leaned back, putting her hands behind her head. Might as well get comfortable while she waited.