<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/>Briefly, a glazed look crossed Rahne's eyes, her pupils dilating as her vision unfocused. A wave of calm swept over her at the disconnect from her mutant power--the wolf inside of her. And in a way, it helped calm her mind, as a primal and feral influence was quieted and soothed. But with a few rapid blinks she came back to the present, shaking her head slightly. That effect always caught her by surprise, even if by now she knew to expect it. Having someone inside her head, doing things, was still an unnerving experience, even if she trusted the professor completely. After all, with a though, he could remove everything about her in an instant.<br/><br/>So she had to wonder if he could remove specific, small bits of her mind. Someone as powerful as the professor could do that, surely. And it would solve so many problems. Maybe...<br/><br/>"Thank you, Professor," she said, smiling softly as the elderly man claimed she was a joy to see. A part of her didn't fully believe it, but it was pleasant to hear. "Ah'm...I like it here, I do. I miss me mom--Er, Dr. MacTaggart, I mean. And I miss Scotland, but...Ah do like it here. There be a place on the grounds, in the forest, where a small clearin' and stream is, reminds me of home. Ah like going there..." she admitted. It was easier to respond aloud to him than in her head, but, he never seemed to mind.<br/><br/>"Oh, my mornin' was...alright," she said after a moment's hesitation, trying to mask the less-than-alright manner it had really been, "Ah went on my run, spent longer out than Ah intended..." She shifted a bit in her seat as the reasons why came back to her. She knew he had to be seeing all of that. "Ah'm sorry Professor...Ah can't stay focused, Ah...Ah hope you not goin' to be upset at me for my...my fallings..." she spoke softly, looking down at her lap, as she clutched at her cross again. She obviously referred to the thoughts of Laura and Netty, and her sense of shame about such wouldn't be easy to miss.