🏫 ||| Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters

Despite being a slight facade, Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters offered a diverse range of opportunities for young mutants.

Despite the irregular building and reclusion, the school offered the same curriculum as an average high school or middle school in the area — Classes, school trips, etc.

The halls of the greenery-surrounded mansion bustled at times, as students moved from classroom to classroom, or to the student lounge area to relax and take full advantage of their social time, or outside to play basketball with each other.

The lack of judgement helped runaways, and those with no support to grow up with proper education and a relatively normal childhood.

Of course, classes were taught by older mutants, mostly by Xavier’s first students, plus Logan. Classroom mischief continued like any other school, except, of course, some kids were able to create fire, or were capable of morphing through walls.

So, clearly, there were plenty of differences to the outside world.

It was around 2 PM and 3 PM—it was Monday—and what was there every Monday? Well, community service in the city, nothing new, the usual routine at the beginning of the week, but how could you not hate that moment? After all, the people they were helping looked strangely at the students and the teachers in charge of each group, as if they were going to steal or destroy something, something like that, when they were just helping.

Hank McCoy, or Beast, was taking attendance as the students boarded the van, with Cyclops in the driver's seat and Jean Grey in the passenger seat, while the other seats in the van were filled by each student. Meanwhile, Logan kept a watchful eye, leaning against the side of the van.

"Everything's fine, everyone's here, at least I think so" Hank said as he closed the clipboard, Ororo was beside Charles, she would stay at Xavier's school with the old telepath, just for company and all that, but not that he needed it, it was her choice.

"Okay, be careful with everyone" Charles said in his usual calm and understanding tone, maintaining a neutral expression. He calmly placed his hand on the arm of the wheelchair.

"Right, it's not like they're going to disappear from sight in the blink of an eye" Logan said, putting his hands in his trouser pockets.