<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1000282429255397377/oi10wjIl_400x400.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Shadowcat</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Great Room | Early evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>A dark green dungaree style dress with a red polo top, red and white stripped socks, a jaunty Santa hat is perched on her head and she even managed to find one for Lockheed<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kitty would have gladly followed Jean to the side of the room if it were not for several events that happened in quick succession. Wade leapt up on only hearing half the conversation and struck a dramatic pose. Yelling out for all to hear that  only one man. Fortunately she was saved from any further declaration as the tale tale wind of Quicksilvers arrival blew over her.<br/><br/>His speed was such that she didn't see him move only that one minute she could see and the next everything went dark and the man pulled her hat over her eyes. Kitty felt more then saw the end of his practical joke as once again Wade  that he was going to be the star. Pulling her hat back up onto her head she sent a shy smile  to where Pietro leaned casually against the wall. She would get him back for this later...perhaps with a convenient  sprig of mistletoe.<br/><br/>Hat secured Kitty fell in beside Jean and the two put their heads closer together as Jean spoke.<strong>"I don't know what's wrong with him, he assures me that he's fine. But he's obsessively working on a project that he is blocking me from knowing about. Between that and all the medication he's taking to help him sleep, I don't know what's going on. He's probably sleeping by now. I can't read him at all."</strong><br/><br/>Her answer didn't reassure Kitty one bit. Knowing the Proffessor was deliberately blocking Jean from his mind rang all sorts of alarm bells for the young woman. Worry etched her Features as she knawed on her lip. Her eyes scanned the collected mutants as with bamp and an accompaniment of purple smoke Kari arrived with the decorations.<br/><br/>Kitty didn't want to ruin Christmas and she looked to Jean once more. "Let's hope that sleeping helps him. Is there anything I can do to help? I think he would be more rested knowing we are enjoying ourselves?" She ended the thought more as a question then intended.