Ororo Monroe
"Of course, though, she does think that I am you… I mean, do I look that old? I just turned 15," David complained as he conjured a mirror to look at himself.
"..."
"You took my likeness to bring her?" Charles asked.
"It increases the chances of them coming along. It's a despicable method, but your likeness is calming to people."
"Huh… That is good to know," Charles replied as they walked towards their destination.
Meanwhile, in an office within the building, a young girl who looked to be in her teenage years sat patiently.
She had hair whiter than snow, and her skin was clear of any blemishes, in direct contrast to the cheap clothing she wore.
However, despite her status being visible on her body, none who saw her dismissed her. Her presence alone commanded acknowledgment from everyone around her.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, the main guy is here," she heard a familiar voice say as the door to the office opened.
"Good day, Miss Monroe. I am Charles Xavier," Charles said as soon as he entered the room.
"Ororo Monroe. May I know what this is about?" the girl asked.
"Miss, the fact that you are here shows that you are open to the idea that you are not alone. Our kind has been given gifts beyond the scope of man's imagination..." Xavier began.
David simply stood back this time. He may be in charge of recruiting mutants into this fancy academy or concentration camp, as some would call it.
But as a being of such standing, he couldn't be the one to convince them.
No matter how powerful he was, he had begun to notice a trend. He wasn't allowed to affect any major choices in a person's life.
Well, he could, but the backlash was always there. Interfering with Jean had cost him much, but nothing at all at the same time.
"I do not believe you have anything to teach me. I came here because I was promised a chance to save others like me," Ororo replied.
"And that you will do," David intervened, drawing both of their attention to him.
"Mr. Stone, please leave us for now," Charles said.
"As you wish. If you accept, you can find me on the basketball court," David said before snapping his fingers.
Instantly, everything turned dark, almost as though they had all lost their sight, but it returned almost immediately.
"Was wondering why he didn't comment on it before," Charles whispered when he noticed the only change in the room.
"What?" Ororo asked, confused.
However, Charles simply pretended not to hear her. It had been over three years since the young boy began staying with them, and Charles had never seen anyone more contemptuous or who despised scanty dressing more than David.
The X-Men uniforms were remodeled to be child-friendly since, according to him, that was their target audience. Even now, he had changed Ororo's clothes without her knowing.
It had become a regular occurrence within the academy that no one dared to move around the school without proper clothing.
However, despite this small limitation, Charles found himself smiling each time he thought of the boy.
He couldn't read the boy's mind, nor could he figure him out most of the time, but he didn't need to, as the boy himself would often share his intentions.
He refused to work with the X-Men but helped train the students and directed missions. He would do anything as long as it wasn't direct assistance.
Charles couldn't say he despised this, since even with his meager telepathic power, he could sense great purpose and power beneath that small body of his.
Turning to the young girl before him, Charles immediately relaxed his mind and got down to business.
Ororo may have come because she was promised a chance to help save more of their kind.