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Rogue

Marie D'Ancanto, better known as Rogue, lay in bed and debated whether she could get away with staying in her room all day. At least in here she didn't have to face the sight of bobby and HER together, it was bad enough that he had chosen someone else without everyone knowing about it. She felt a wave of self pity come over her then and she almost pulled the duvet over her head to hide. But her natural self confidence and resilience quickly re asserted itself and she decided she wouldn't give in to misery. She reminded herself that today was the day when new students arrived and she grinned, perhaps she would make some new friends today. She flung aside the duvet and headed for the shower...

...A little while later she was dressed and ready to face the day, just before she left her room she pulled on her black gloves that reached all the way to her elbows. She had several pairs in varying colours but she usually preferred wearing her black or purple ones. She flicked her hair back and pulled open the door to her room, it was still early yet and there were not that many kids in the hallways. She guessed those that were around would probably be grabbing breakfast and, as though conjured by that thought, her stomach grumbled. She walked towards the kitchen and smiled at the other kids who had had the same idea she had. She grabbed some toast with a extra dollop of black current jam and walked into the dining hall. Her smile faded when she saw that Bobby was already there, but then she forced herself to nod at him politely before she took a seat at another table.

Nathanial Winters

Nathanial climbed out of the car and looked up at the mansion that was going to be his home for the foreseeable future and scowled. It may have looked impressive and was no doubt better on the inside it was still, as far as he was concerned, a prison. Though admittedly he had not been forced to come here against his will he had felt he had had very little choice considering his limited options. Unless he managed to get a lid on his powers, which he doubted no matter what others said, he would most likely be stuck here for the rest of his life. Unbidden a memory of his family intruded into his thoughts and he clenched his fist at the vividness of the memory. As he remembered what had happened and why he was there he felt an all too familiar heat begin in his clenched fist. He glanced down and saw that his hand was covered in tiny flame, barely noticeable yet but he knew it would only grow.

No!I can't lose it here on the bloody doorstep. Get it together Nate!

He drew in a deep breath and fought to calm himself, pushing memories to the back of his mind and focussing on bland, calming thoughts. He was always in constant battle with his power having to keep himself calm to stop him from losing it but it had been getting more difficult since his family died. Gradually after a few moments he felt the heat fade and he saw his hand now looked normal. He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. Thankfully the others heading towards the doors all seemed too taken by the sight of the house before them to notice. He shouldered his rucksack and picked up his suitcase and with a last calming breath he climbed the stairs and entered into the foyer. He stood in the doorway unsure of what to do next.