lottelensherre:

 

It was a few days before the big dinner back in Genosha, as if she wasn't nervous enough - but Charlotte had an important appointment to keep and there was *no* way she'd cancle on this man. Her entire life, people had talked about Charles Xavier like he was either the boogie man or santa clause and now she was meeting him herself for the first time. Her father's one time best friend, some times ally, more often than not enemy. She didn't know what to expect, honestly, was rather suprised he even bothered to return her phone call she'd put in to his school. Had their roles been reversed - she might not have taken the call.

But he had, and they'd both agreed, with equal amounts of chagrin that perhaps, it would be better to me off the school grounds, so there she waited, a good half hour early in a quaint little coffee shop, foot bouncing from nerves and her half drunk mocha as she fiddled and shuffled with papers.

_tsunami_:

Cait was practically walking on air and she just had to tell someone the good news. That someone would be her best friend.

She went to find Sylvie.