<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Charles Xavier<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headmaster's Office<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd 2017, mid morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waiting for a student to arrive for a meeting<br/><hr/><br/>The Headmaster's office was perhaps one of the most quaint rooms in the entire mansion. The door was ornately crafted from oak, lovingly carved and well looked after. Once inside there was a thick, soft carpet leading up to a large but modest desk. Nothing about the room was extravagant, no jewels, gems or precious metals in sight. There were a few old books across the desk, along with pencils and papers. Scrawled notes were splayed across the leather inlaid writing surface, looking like the ravings of a mad man to most onlookers. Of course most made little sense to Charles himself, but often things came to him as a concept that couldn't quite be fully realised.<br/><br/>Just behind him there stood a large, carved globe. It was made of a pale pine, but framed by a beautiful stand of dark Brazilian Rosewood. The contrast was elegant, and although he never used it he enjoyed it as an ornament. Each wall was lined, almost completely floor to ceiling, by towering bookcases. Primarily scientific tomes, although they also included several pieces of literature he enjoyed and a full Encyclopedia Britannica. He wanted to avoid the appearance of a true office, and so the tones were almost always warm, earthy reds. It seemed naturally cozy and bright to visit, and he found most students seemed very comfortable and relaxed to visit him, even if they were initially nervous.<br/><br/>Charles sat calmly awaiting the visit from Rahne with a faint smile. It would be lovely to see her again, although of course she'd been around during the breaks he'd had less meetings with her. It seemed her powers were only unreliable enough to constitute a risk when there were more people around her. But of course, now everyone else was here again. And he certainly couldn't let her lose control.<br/><br/>He felt a little distaste when he was forced to peer within her vulnerable mind as he did to make certain she was still restrained and contained. But still, she gave him full permission, and he tried his best to avoid seeking those parts of her self that she would rather remained her own. Delving into her psychi and restricting her powers had been a unique experience for Charles, somewhat akin to doing physical battle with the beast itself. Fortunately, when the playing ground was within the mind, Charles had no true peers.<br/><br/>He lifted a heavy book from his desk, flicking his hands across the lightly dusted pages. Far too long without reading this, he chided himself. He took a few brief seconds to blow a little of the dust away and then closed his eyes. It took some effort, but eventually the voices stopped. He could always faintly overhear a chattering sound within the school, as it alerted him instantly to any thoughts of anger or aggression on the grounds. But for a brief moment he had complete silence, and began to refresh his memory. Apparently, the topic of the day was Amphibians. Biology had long been a favourite of his, and he felt the key to understanding a great deal of mutant kind lay in the animals around them. Clouding his mind had the added bonus of not allowing him to be tempted to see where his visitor might be, avoiding having to attempt feigning surprise.