<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Charles_Xavier_Wolverine_zps62f8189a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Charles Xavier<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Professor<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium, stage, before moving to the floor.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jimmy, Zoe, Open<br/><hr/><br/>A slight chuckle, as if Charles was right beside Jimmy, yet it was unmistakably in his head.<em>”I apologize.  You needn’t speak aloud to communicate with me.  You simply need to think what you want to say.  That way others don’t think you’re talking to yourself.  As for Miss Hennesy, I would rather explain my abilities in person; however, I do have a solution.”</em><br/><br/>Zoe was right that she didn’t see anyone when she first looked, but a moment later the memory was there and if she looked back so was Xavier.  The man in the wheelchair appeared to roll up to where Jimmy and Zoe stood.<strong>”I hope you’ll forgive me.  I was simply checking on Mr. Hudson here.  I didn’t know that you were going to follow him.  It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hennesy,”</strong>Charles said as he extended his hand to the young woman.  Her mind would recognize the warmth and feel of his hand, down to the very calluses.<br/><br/>Even to Jimmy’s enhanced senses Xavier seemed to be present.<em>”I hope you can understand the necessity.  The questions she will likely have will grow exhausting if I attempted to explain them all.  It is not my desire to deceive her, but for now this is the best course.”</em>Charles spoke in Jimmy’s mind.<br/><br/>Charles looked between Zoe and Jimmy before smiling, a smile that suggested he was interrupting something.<strong>”I will let the two of you enjoy the fresh air.  I hope you will have a pleasant evening,”</strong>Charles said before rolling away.