<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11133/111335576/6444011-dsox8zevaaehyo_.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Professor X<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Charles Xavier<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Professor Xavier’s Library<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 2:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Charles Xavier, Anyone else interested.<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Shown<br/><hr/><br/>Charles was pondering a lot of things, not much happened on his campus that he didn’t know about.  He liked it that way.  Even though he didn’t pry random thoughts did filter his way, he was in charge.  Nothing like he planned to be when the place opened he had had lots of love, loss, some tragedy that he would rather avoid and yet he met every challenge from the frowning comfort of his wheel chair.  He was not above walking, but that took away some of his connection and with a few gifts from certain people, he had been able to move about recently, but not without a bit of pain, but he was starting to get used to it with a bit of exercise.  Few if any knew he had been up out of his wheelchair as often as he had been as of late.<br/><br/>He felt a presence coming down the hallway, it was familiar but different than the past few sessions of anguish and frustration.  It took a lot to get through the passed much less  having some of your pass mixed up and overlaid with another life entirely.  He sometimes wondered how Bishop and Cable did it moving in and out of time, keeping it all straight without losing one’s mind.  He made it a point to make sure his time traveling students didn’t miss their therapy sessions either.<br/><br/>He was glad to see her and the change in her disposition.  He wondered what since of peace she had found today and wondered how to increase that.  Everyone deserved some modicum of happiness.<br/><br/>“Wanda.  You seem rather jubilant today, good class or something else?”  He asked as she set the tea down and he poured some tea and was more than grateful for the scones now.  “Yes I sense the change in your demeanor but you know me.  I would rather you tell me, so that you can hear it as well.”   He said taking a sip, reminding himself he was going to have some beers later too, his mind briefly reflected back upon his past years of Oxford and clubbing and pubbing.<br/>