nextgen_citizen:

(bendytimed to after "--Jungle")

There's a faint ripple of magic off in the woods near Xavier's, and a presence that makes it's way towards the institute with a good amount of speed. Any telepaths would have a hard time getting into it's non-human mind, but there's no malice or ill will about it.

Which is why it may seem confusing for there to be a dead rabbit, fresh and rather plump, left on Rachel Summers' windowsill.

shessomarvelous:

Grace was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor of the Defender's compound, facing the greatest foe that a high-school senior could ever go up against.

Trigonometry homework.

Grace scratched the back of her with her pencil. She should've taken stats for her senior math course. But nope, she let Mom and the guidance counselor at her old high school convince her that trig was the better choice.

There we go....five problems down...and twenty-five more to go.

"I'm never going to get this done...." Grace glanced down at her book, looking down at the problems in front of her.

xavier_student:

Alice Wayne put Connor down for a nap.  Gabriel had left very specific instructions for taking care of his son.  The young baby boy was sleeping even before he touched the sheets.  Alice soon noticed there was a draft in the room.  The window was open.  She stepped around the crib and over to the window to shut it.  When she turned around, Connor was gone.