Potential (Tag Xavier's Staff)

As the station wagon pulled up unannounced, Scott Summers was in the kitchen working with the kitchen staff to do some of the school's bookkeeping. Annoying work, but necessary. Suddenly a voice entered his head. *Scott, we have guests arriving in the entryway, can you please see to them?*

Scott put down his notebook and closed his eyes under the ruby glasses. *Absolutely Professor.* He headed for the entryway. Scott Summers was dressed for indoors today, a t-shirt and jeans. He was wearing socks with no shoes as he approached the door. The young man was intrigued when an adult nun was on the doorstep. "Hello there."

He gave her a smile. "I am Scott Summers. How can I help you?" He seriously wondered if the Professor had sent him to greet a door to door bible thumper. What got his interest the most though was if this person was here because of the school, why? Most were kids after all.

Scott became suspicious of their reason for being here as he followed the nun out to their car and heard what she had to say. He was curiouser when they mentioned a confession. Now who had dropped that line was of interest. He was even curiouser of their intentions but then they explained. They had become the ward of a mutant child, perhaps its abilities were expanding beyond their control. "You are correct this is a school for those born with extra gifts." Scott's hand went to adjust his glasses.

He watched the shimmering movement, his red vision getting crackles along it. He left it alone for now, his eyes tracking the movements. "I take it you are trying to see if this place matches what you would like for the child." He let them answer.

"Well let me give you a tour of the school and then you can meet our headmaster if you like to hear more. Welcome to Xavier's Instituate for Gifted Youngsters. Its also the ancestral home of our headmaster, Charles Xavier."

He waved them forward and walked the two nuns and their invisible companion into the school. Once they were inside the atrium, he peered around. "Though once purely a residence we have refitted it over the years into a school. I wasn't even sixteen when I first came here. Most of the teachers are former students." He smirked. "The flipside, it tends to be a young crowd."

Scott gave no reaction to the emergence of the figure. He was quite taken by her appearence. He assumed her wings were white and took in the appearence of her face. She was quite a cute thing. "Hello there." He took her hand and tried to meet her gaze. "Its nice to meet you Lila." He smiled to her. "And its Scott to the students, we are all students here in some respect, except the Professor." He gave her a smile. "Can you fly Lila or are the wings decorative?"

He smiled to them. "So what would you like to see first; the classrooms, the common room, or the library?" He smiled to her and let her decide. "And if you want to continue after those three, there is something I would like to show you. As you can imagine as a school for mutants we require special facilities. And I would be happy to show you the three it." He gave a smirk to the nuns. "Vow of silence would be appreciated though."

Scott smiled as the girl spoke, so happily, of flying across the waves. That must be something. And then she got a nice dose of gravity. Internally, Scott shuddered, the sensation of his body tumbling through the sky towards a canvas of the ground below him, his fears giving way to... ruby light.

He was about to say something rather formula like when the conversation took... a potentially dark tone. He didn't ask for details, not today anyway. If she stayed perhaps. He decided to take attention off the girl instead. "My own ability has few utilities. See the stylish glasses on my head aren't for fashion. My eyes emit, uncontrolled, energy blasts capable of blowing holes in cement walls. The lens of the glasses are capable of negating the energy." Scott's hand went to his glasses and adjusted them. "My body absorbs the energy so I can close my eyes to stop it but that's about it." Scott shrugged, his attitude about it was matter of fact. If he had an ill feelings towards the limitation his mutant gift imposed upon him, they were unapparent and unexpressed.

He smirked to the nun and her final comment. "Understand and respect, yes. Share, no thank you." He made the comment light and jovial. "What she chooses for herself is her choice. I will protect her from anyone who would choose to choose for her." Scott pronounced.

He then smiled warmly. "Let's start with the classrooms and then the library. Along with the main staircase." He pointed to the large grand staircase, "there are two stairwells in both wings. On the opposite side's wing from the classrooms is the faculty offices. Above the classrooms is the dorms and above the offices is the faculty apartments. As I said, for most of us." He put his hand on his chest. "This is home." In his voice was a comfort and love for the place.

The classrooms were mostly in newly built wing onto the school/mansion. White/biege walls with state of the art equipment. "Most of this wing was added onto the mansion. When it was just a handful of us, we used the bedrooms on the opposite side and the offices were the classrooms." He stopped for questions.

Scott noticed how the shy angel slipped her hand into his and smiled to her. He wondered how many positive male role models she had in her life. He held her hand, just enough to let her know that he appreciated the gesture.

Scott listened to her as they reached the stairwell in front of the library. "We have a music classroom, if you can send me the size and dimensions of your piano I will see if it possible to have it placed here, either in your room or in the attic 'storage' room." They climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Scott opened a door with the sign 'model' on the front. "While its uncommon that we have to tout the school to a potential student, we do have it happen enough that we made a model room for the prospects to view." It was not an abnormal dorm room really. Two beds on flanking sides of the room. Two closets on the corners of the room towards the door. A desk by the foots of the beds for schoolwork, and a single window. This one looked out to the pool area.

Scott turned to the Sisters. "A good plurality of our students are individuals who have run away from home either out of rejection there or to protect those families they left behind when their powers emerged. As I said, its uncommon for us to handle this like a normal private school... but... it happens." Scott reflected that him and Jean were two sides of the coin. Jean had come here with the expressed support of her family. Scott didn't have a coin. But still, there were others.

Scott smiled to the girl as she crawled into the windowstill and perched there. He liked what she was saying. "That's basically what we try to do. You will get the lone wolves, the ones who don't want to work with others. They have their reasons and the most important thing is to give them a hand when they need it... and let them do their own thing... as long as it furthers what they need to be doing." He smirked at the last part of that.

Scott grabbed a chair and moved to sit down next to Lila. He did it back to front, his legs straddling the back of the seat. "I think you would do well here. The Institute is all about trying to help us learn how to function and prosper in everyday society. But its also about safety. Its about this place being a safe haven."

Scott rose up and smiled to them. "Well then, if you would like, I can take you to meet the Professor." He said to the Sisters. "If you would like to go as well, that's fine, but if you want to see some of the training centers, I would be happy to show you Lila." He said to her softly.

Scott nodded to Lila's words and sat down on a nearby windowstill. "I get that from them. Points of view aside, I think that they are nice people and do care about you. Hopefully the choice they think is right for you and the choice you would make is the same." He smiled to her. "C'mon I will show you the Danger Room."

He walked over to a wall panel and reached behind a display case that was behind it. The panel slid open and revealed an illuminated white elevator car behind it. He stepped in and waved her over. "There are parts of the school that we keep hidden. As I said, this is all kind of special in our campus."



Charles Xavier sat behind his desk in his wheelchair in a brown jacket and black undershirt. "Good day Sisters. I am Professor Charles Xavier, headmaster of this school." He smiled to them. "I am glad you wished to speak with me about Miss. Matthews."

He sipped his cup of tea and looked to them. "I believe my first question, so I can best help you all and understand what you want, what does yourselves and Lila want for her in her future?"