<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e0KtfDX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jean Grey’s classroom/office<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday September 1st, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Two old friends catch up and compare students/notes<br/><hr/><strong><br/>“I don’t know there Red. You might have some competition for the best students in your class. I’ve got some good kids in my classes this year”</strong>David Alleyne said with a small smile on his dark face, looking over the list of his students as though they were the roster of a fantasy football team, a gleaming twinkle found in his eyes. There was something relaxing about the simple action of comparing his students with those of the other teacher in the makeshift office. He wasn’t sure he’d enjoy the activity quite so much if it weren’t for the partner there with him though. It had actually been Jean who started it, boasting about one of the students in her own class. He hadn’t even intended to stay and chat for long, just planning on dropping of a few forms and lesson plans for her to look over, but their fell into old rhythms almost immediately. She always seemed to have a way to draw him in, to get him out of the introverted shell that he so often found himself in. Not through her powers though, just from being her. From being Jean Grey. Some teachers he hadn’t talked to for more than five minutes at a time, but she got him to speak about his students with pride as though he was a doting parent.<br/><br/><br/><strong>“Kitty Pryde hated math last semester, but now I’ve got her working on college level projects.”</strong>The confident grin faded as he spoke though, one of his large hands scratching at the back of his head in embarrassment, his mouth forming more of an embarrassed grimace<strong>“I mean, she still doesn’t love the field, but she at least recognizes the purpose and the need for it.</strong>” It didn’t sound like a great deal but for David it felt like a massive leap forward. Xavier’s was a different school that most, but he still remembered the few times he’d had to teach as a grad student at his old university. So many of the students were there for only because it was a required course and were going to try their best to forgot what he taught them when the course was over. It was nice that there were hardly any required courses at Xavier's so the students who were in class generally wanted to be there, but he could still recognize those who were there out of a sense of obligation rather than a genuine interest. So that fact that he could get someone from hate to acceptance and semi-interest was a big step.<strong> “And my TA, Salem, she’s got a real knack for it. If we did a best TA competition, I’d win hands down”</strong><br/>