Something Wicked This Way Comes...
She sat in the Professor's office, silently regarding the three men before her. She wanted to scoff; they could hardly be considered "men," could they? The one on the far right, standing in the corner who had escorted her in, was normal-looking enough now--but she'd seen him dash down a vial before he approached her. She had seen him covered in blue fur, clawed feet, and fangs. Not that she was complaining, he was kind of sexy with those glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, hiding those pretty blue eyes. Scholarly, with his button-down shirt and tie, slacks, and loafers. He was the picture of knowledge and learning, the pinnacle of what was expected at a school. She could feel his deliciousness from where he stood, almost six feet away. The one closest to her, sitting in what she knew to be a wheelchair, was bald as could be. He was smiling at her, kind, calm, and collected. She felt nothing but good intentions from him. She figured he was certainly the fatherly type, not the hawkish type of professor she'd encountered before. Then, there was the last. He stood much closer to Xavier, tall and lithe, with strawberry blond stubble peppering his jaw. His hair was cropped, more haphazardly than the beast, and he radiated many things--danger, was the strongest, but others, too. Indiscernible from one another, he was an interesting cocktail that she couldn't wait to pick apart.
All in all, not a bad experience thus far. If nothing else, even if the school proved to offer her nothing in the way of new knowledge, at least she had nothing but sexy staring right back at her. She removed herself from her appraisal and smiled at the sitting man before her.
"Thank you for inviting me, Professor. Your home is absolutely beautiful." She demurred. A picture of innocence.
"It's a pleasure to have you, my dear. I believe you've already met Dr. Hank McCoy," He gestured behind him to the spectacles in the corner. "And this is my long-time friend and colleague, Erik Lehnsherr."
Erik, then. She let the serene smile slip into a bit of a smirk. Erik twitched his brow in response, nodding his greeting. If Charles noticed, he didn't react.
"The pleasure's all mine." She knew this type of man. She knew how to make his blood boil. From the way he worried his lip, she was succeeding with little effort.
"Now, we must get down to business. I have a class to teach this afternoon and I must prepare." Charles laced his fingers together and rested their steeple against his lips. He regarded her silently for a moment, and she was startled to discover she could feel him. Not feel like she was used to, no, this was more invasive. She felt him in her head, skimming the surface, simply wandering through her conscious mind. It was... definitely intimiate. She wasn't sure how powerful of a psychic he was but she definitely liked the way he felt in her head. She was reeling as she struggled to focus on what he was saying.
"We would be honored to have you enrolled in our academy, Leah. We hope you accept."
She sighed, glancing out the window to buy herself some time.
"I have no money for school. My parents left me with nothing, they weren't expecting to die so soon. I have nowhere to go." She couldn't appear too eager. She couldn't give herself away.
"I am sorry for your loss. But I would like you to know that I am prepared to offer you a full ride scholarship, should you accept it."
Her eyes widened. She beamed, her first genuine smile in who knew how long. She wasn't sure if any of the men caught the flicker in her eye, but she couldn't contain it. It was too easy.
"I would be honored, Professor."
A small buzzing occurred at the base of her skull, alerting her that her objective was complete.
Agent Requiem is in. Repeat, Requiem is in. Objective complete. Await next assignment.
"Wonderful! Erik, would you mind showing our new guest to her quarters? Hank and I have classes to teach as of..." He checked his watch and groaned. "Five minutes ago. If we hurry, we can catch them before they sneak off."
The Professor led Dr. McCoy out the doors, leaving Erik and Leah alone. She allowed her gaze to wander, inciting the curiousity of the metallically inclined mutant.
"Do you want to elaborate on that tic you apparently have?" Erik's voice was soft, probing, but not naive.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I only know of one class of mutant that can change their eye colors like that. Metamorphs, like the one that I plan on marrying one day. Care to explain?"
"You saw that, did you?" The left side of her mouth quirked up in amusement. "I thought I was hiding it so well."
"Are you a shapeshifter? Like the one on the news, Mystique?"
"No, definitely not. I'm a different animal altogether."
"What... Are you?" He narrowed his eyes, scanning her face.
"I'm not sure to the extent of my powers. I sense emotions in others and respond in kind automatically, in most cases. Though I have a choice if it crosses over into... certain territories." She raised her eyebrow, waiting for him to respond. His silence was telling.
"Down, boy. I haven't even gotten halfway through my pre-rehearsed speech and your mini-me is already jumping at the prospect."
Her smirk widened as color creeped up his neck, sending his ears and cheeks alight.