<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/XMenGame/Xavier-Institute-Logo01.png)</div>It was August and Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was just starting to get things rolling for their fall semester. This included welcoming new students into the fold.  Some students were returning, while others had stayed at the school over the summer break. There even was a patient slumbering in the medical lab, after being rescued on the last mission by the X-Men.<br/><br/>In the registration packet each student was given it that on the first day of new classes there would be a welcoming ceremony for all new and old students a like. School uniforms were required to be worn to this assembly as if it was any of their normal classes. Students have had a chance within the last few days to get settled into the school and socialize a bit with new and old students.<br/><br/>Students filtered in, teachers began to take their place on stage. Sitting in their usual places for one of these assemblies. Sitting among the teachers was a small child no older then 14 years of age.<br/><br/>“Good morning everyone. My name is Professor Charles Xavier; I am the Headmaster here at the school. I would like to welcome all of you to the start of our fall semester here. We here at Xavier’s understand what you are going through. We’re here to help you get those answers to your questions you have. Our motto here is ‘mutatis mutandis’ meaning ‘by changing those things which need to be changed’. We all wondered if we would be treated differently because of our gifts. Here we can promise you a safe environment to learn how to control your new abilities and maybe in turn teach others the same thing.” He paused for a moment as if in thought.<br/><br/>“With that said I would like to introduce the staff who will be assisting me to further you in your educational process this year.”<br/><br/>He gestured to the first woman sitting in the row and she stood up. Professor X continued speaking, “This is my assistant Headmistress, Iracebeth.” The lady walked over to where Professor X was standing giving the new students a slight smile.<br/><br/>“Just as our motto speaks of change each one of you will go through your own personal change,” the lady spoke standing there. “You’ll learn the skills not only to be better adapted to social situations but also in your own personal defense. We understand that most people won’t understand the unique gifts we all have, and that there are some out there think it’s a bad thing. It is not.” There was a thoughtful pause within Iracebeth, “Your staff,” as she motions to the rest of the people sitting behind her, “Have come together once again to bring you and everyone here a wonderful semester.” She bows slightly to the students taking a step back.<br/><br/>Professor X speaks once again, “We here at the school would like to welcome you once again. We do hope that you enjoy the banquet that was prepared in your honor. Thank you and enjoy the semester at the institute.”<br/><br/>The small social gathering that was called was over and done with quickly. Students were shown where the banquet hall was, which was the cafeteria of the school. Food lined the tables along the walls with just about anything a person would want for breakfast. It was shaping up to be a very good start of the school semester.