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"Professor, uh...", Jamie paused, head poking into the bald telepath's room. The small boy looked nervous, and Charles could her shuffling and some muted words of encouragment coming from behind the multiplying mutant.
"Erik is here?", the professor surmised. One didn't have to be a telepath to know the look Jamie had on his face - one just had to have been freinds with Erik Lensherr, aka Magneto, for over twenty years. The confusion at his guess made Charles pause, however.
"Who?", Jamie asked, frowning at the unfamiliar name. 'Ah, yes - I'd forgotten they don't know him by his real name.', Xavier thought to himself.
"Magneto to you, boy." There were sounds of gasping, jumping, scrambling, and a few pained 'ow!'s as the white haired Master of Magnetism made his presence known - directly behind the group of none-too-discreetly eavesdropping mutants.
'Geh! Um, right. I'll just be...on my way..." Even Jamie looked suprised, and a little awkward as his cohorts slunk away quickly. Soon the two men were alone, the doors closing easily behind Erik as he entered the room.
"Was that necissary, Erik - you've probably given Jamie and all the rest of my students nightmares now.", Charles quieried, an eyebrow rising, tone dry and slightly rebuking. Not that that he had ever worked on him.', mused the telepath. 'Not since college and our marriages.'
"oh, yes - because I'm the worst thing they've ever seen.",the white haired man replied, voice as dour as it ever was - in that same familiar tone of dry sarcasm that the telepath had gotten so used to over the years. And, also something familiar to the bald man, he had to conced that perhaps he had a point - for some of the students; mostly the older ones. On the other hand, however...
"Some of them, thank God, yes.", Xavier replied. For a moment,he couldn't help but muse on the ones who would think of their arch-nemesis visting their headmaster as something from a fairy tale, in comparison with some of the things they had been through. It seemed that the magnetic controlling man had been thinking the same things, forthe silence dragged on a few minutes before either one spoke again.
"I'm sure the others were just surprised to see me without..." Erik trailed off, uncertian of how to phrase his usual clothes. The phrase 'bucket head' kept floating through his mind, and he shot Charles an annoyed look. The man looked a little sheepish, and cleared his throat.
"Your regalia?", he supplied, as if to make up for his recent little joke.
"Ah...yes.", Erik nodded, if only for lack of better term. 'Regalia' - fancy; perhaps a little bit high-horse'd, but he had heard worse when referring to the 'capes and cowls' he knew. And long those lines... "I'm sure you are wondering why I am here, and not as Magneto.", Erik said; stated, not asked, because even after all these years, he could read Charles' mind as well as the telepath could read his. So it was no surprise when Xavier nodded, fingers steepling in that familiar gesture he had adopted.
"Yes, I was rather - surprised when you dropped by, Erik.", Charles admitted, dark brown eyes holding the magnetism masters' light blue ones.
"I..." And now the white haired man felt himself pausing, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to find a way to phrase his request. At last, he came up with one. "I wanted to go and visit Magda's family."