<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headmaster's Office<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd 2017, Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Xavier<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Arriving exactly on time for her meeting.<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne was having a rough morning. A very rough, very sleepy, very troubled morning. So, naturally, it was that morning that she had to meet with the Professor to have the mental blocks he had put in for her were still active. Even a year later, she still felt bad for bothering him so. A man such as he had so many other important tasks to do, and so little time to do them. Tending to her because of her fear, a fear of not only herself but what she might do, had to be a waste of his time even if he never said anything. But if she lost control again, like when her powers first manifested, and she hurt someone...<br/><br/>It wasn't that masses of people threatened to trigger her. She was fine with crowds. It was merely the particular kind of crowd she was surrounded by, and while over the last year she had started to reconcile her faith with the world she lived in, she was still challenged at times. But while she knew that God wouldn't give her a test she couldn't overcome, it was difficult at times. And she had been doing well! Very well. She had a dear friend, she was doing well in her classes, and she was slowly embracing her powers.<br/><br/>But then, yesterday had happened...<br/><br/>Laura was a dear friend of hers, and to Rahne's immense shame, she was started to look at the girl in a light decidedly sinful, and unfair to her. And now there was a new roommate in their room, another gorgeous, sly young woman, with skin like chocolate and a voice like...The dreams she had the night before had involved both of them, and had come unbidden and unwanted. Starting somewhere pleasant and warm and nice, she'd dreamed of things no friend should about their friends. And then, bit by bit, those dreams had turned into nightmares. How she hadn't woken each girl when she woke with a gasp early in the morning, she didn't know. But hours of running hadn't cleared her head. A cold shower had done little to calm her. She had been too anxious to eat...And so she was left pacing in front of Professor Xavier's door, trying to calm herself, waiting for her appointed time to arrive, her hands clutched around the crucifix she wore around her neck. A simple metal cross, given to her by Moira when bringing her to America, she was praying for strength.<br/><br/>The clock chimed, and she froze, and turned and knocked on the door. She was ten minutes late, oh no!<br/><br/>"Professor Xavier?" she asked softly, almost timidly, cracking the door to his office open and poking her head in to see if she could enter. Well, she knew she could, this was her appointed time. But if he was suddenly busy, because she was late...Stepping in, she closed the door behind her, and managed to finally release her cross after letting out a breath. "Ah'm sorry Ah'm late...How are you Professor? Ah...Ah wasn' sure if ye had time for breakf'st, Ah know this is early to eat, so...Um...Ah brough' ye an apple?"<br/><br/>Her accent always got a bit worse when she was nervous or flustered, and that morning she was both. But she held up a large, delicious looking apple as she stepped towards his desk, as if a peace offering. Surely he would know what was in her head in a matter of moments, and if he reacted in any way like she deserved, to be scolded for her sin...A peace offering would be needed. As it was she could still hear the Reverend's words ringing in the back of her mind...