<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>Having her meeting with the professor.<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne smiled slightly when the older man complemented her taste in locations. She should have known he would know the spot--he seemed to know everything. It did make talking with him a bit intimidating at times, not knowing what he already knew and was merely playing dumb to hide his practical omniscience. At the same time, she wouldn't know either way if he was playing dumb or not, and tried to keep relaxed based on that fact alone. That, and the fact there was truly only one omniscient force in the world, and as kind and caring a man as Professor Xavier was, Rahne wasn't going to call him God.<br/><br/>Grandfather, maybe. But not God.<br/><br/>"Ah'm sorry..." she muttered though, her smile fading, when the man said he would be upset for her believing he would be upset with her. Despite the kind-hearted tone, showing he truly wasn't upset, she felt as though her missteps were only about to start piling up. So as he started to try and explain how she wasn't falling, how she wasn't doing anything wrong...Charles would be able to sense her mind resist the words. The sermons and painful teachings at the hands of Reverend Craig came to the forefront--years on years on hearing the opposite, that she was nothing but a spawn of Satan, an embodiment of sin. That her existence was an affront to all that was good in the world...but that he could redeem her. What young child, hearing that for over half their life, wouldn't come to believe it? There were acts of kindness than tempered the pain, primarily from the woman who was now her adoptive mother, but...<br/><br/>"But it is<em>wrong</em>, Professor..." she protested, her voice a weak whimper as she closed her eyes and shook her head. "An...An aberration, in the natural order set forth by God. It's...It's what brought the destruction of Sodom, and...It defies God's will. And Ah...Ah shame myself and my friends by..."<br/><br/>It was hard for her to use the same arguments as the Reverend. She lacked the callous firebrand that he had, and the words tasted like ash on her tongue as it was. Xavier's would hear everything in her head clearly enough, though--even the wolf he observed stirred, whimpering in it's rest at the pain and turmoil inside the girl's mind. It wanted to do nothing more than to protect Rahne, but it was as powerless to save her from herself as it was to break the chains imposed upon it.<br/><br/>And there it was...briefly, Rahne's thoughts focused on those chains...and slowly, she looked up at the professor again.<br/><br/>"...You...You could remove those thoughts though, just like you block my power?" she asked hesitantly, holding her cross hard enough it was going to leave an imprint on her palm. Her emerald eyes shimmered with her inner-turmoil and sadness. "Could you fix me? Ev'n if Ah'm just a...spawn of Hell, that migh' be, one less, and maybe someday Ah could..."