"Letters?" Lorna paused in the middle of fastening the last strap on her high heel and looked up at her father as he lounged in the pink damask chair. "I only received the one... You didn't send any more than that." she protested, her back straightening as she sat up. No one had ever mentioned any letters to her. Xavier would have told her about them. Why would he not? What harm could letters do?
She thought back to the day when Magneto had taken his leave of the mansion (and Xavier) fifteen years earlier. Charles and Erik had had quite the argument in the foyer over the young girl. Magneto wanted his daughter to be at his side, yet Xavier insisted that the girl remain at the school and continue to be educated and cared for by people who weren't reckless and hellbent on ruling the world. But as power hungry and ruthless as Magneto could be, he was still her father and she loved him and wanted him to love her. She had voiced her wish to go with him to Charles, but he had refused to listen to anything she had to say on the matter. Hearing about the letters had struck a nerve somewhere within her. 'Why didn't you stay here with me?' was the question in her mind, as childish as it sounded. She knew the reason of course, but it still stung.