Another beautiful day had begun in Fandom, not that anyone in detention would have noticed. The lack of sunlight, the pleasant sound of Umbridge's voice, and the slightly stale smell of breakfast were all important aspects to making every day in detention routine! Surely everyone knew that surprises were no fun
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For some reason or other.
//And... London is fine, I suppose. There just isn't any place for me there. I left after my powers manifested, didn't think I'd ever look back. Trouble is, th'place I went to... Well, I'd gone to school. Not here, I mean. A special sort of school, for people with mutations that set them apart from baseline humanity. And even if I wasn't too old for that school now, I wouldn't go back there. Not with Emma Frost playing headmistress there.//
That would be the nice way of putting it.
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She wasn't sure.
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He looked around for Jack, and then gestured vaguely in his direction once he spotted him.
//Likes to pick on him. Has very little in the way of manners when it comes to reading minds.//
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Which was fine. He still wasn't completely convinced he wouldn't be down here forever.
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//You get quite the assortment of different sentient species out there, then?// It was intriguing. Hell, it was tempting. A different world entirely, where humanity and their loathing of mutants was a complete non-issue.
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Maybe he'd find out later. Maybe.
//So I'd be a bit of a curiosity,// he mused, //but nothing particularly frowned upon, so long as I don't commit some sort of serious interplanetary faux-pas.//
Good to know.
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She rubbed the back of her neck again. "My species can produce offspring with any sentient being," she explained. "We feel doing so adds to the species. Purebloods like me are... well, it's complicated."
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They were a powerful group. Smart, too. How had this happened to them?
She wanted to go away, to create a safe space in her head to share with Bobby, but not today. She wouldn't weaken herself again today, as much as she wanted to.
She spent her hours working against her mind, keeping herself in the present and focusing on the here and now. The coolness of the floor, the sound of the others breathing and talking, the brightness of the lights.
She was here.
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