<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Songbird<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Xavier, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waiting<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/42/cf/3f/42cf3f3e04c715819c535dbe91bfd0e0.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Listening to:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bump of Chicken. Hello World</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOU4YiuaxAM</div></div><hr/><br/>Alison smiled softly at the professor, giggling a little at his comment, petting the cat some more, stroking its furry head, smiling as the little thing began purring. Alison got up to move back to her seat, yet instead of remaining on the window sill, the cat followed her, even as she sat down, it sat down by her feet "I think he likes me professor" she said with a soft smile, petting the cat before taking a look at the deck of cards laid out before her. She split the deck in two and started shuffling them in a myriad of different ways till she was finally satisfied, putting the deck down on the table. She nodded approvingly as the Professor spoke again. She saw Tess was it? asking the Professor a question, Alison was about to interrupt, having read up on practically all the mutant related literature she could find, but stopped, realizing that the Professor might want to explain it himself. She just hoped he hadn't sensed anything from her, she was feeling nervous enough as it was. The thought of having someone poke through her thoughts wasn't exactly a pleasing one, though she had spoken to the professor telepathically before, one night she'd had particularly harsh nightmares and had woken practically the whole school by shoot a cartoon wrecking ball sized Dazzler out of the window as she woke with a start, the dazzler acting like a miniature sun, blasting the school with light