"My apologies. It is an old habit." The man in the wheelchair said with a smile. As he listened he watched her, obeying her request to not slip in to her mind. He had a feeling, though, that she wasn't lying. And she was right about being outnumbered. He gave a slow nod at her compliment. "Thank you. The students really like it here. Gives them hope, and safety." Professor Xavier said... "I am willing to let you speak to Logan... But in the courtyard... and I would be appreciated if your less... 'colorful'... side is in control. As you said, Logan doesn't like people that annoy him." The professor nodded, and the gates opened. "He will have a class to teach soon, so if he gives approval, you are welcome to be a guest here. We have many rooms here." Xavier said simply. He sensed that neither of her personalities wanted to cause harm... His only worry was if Logan remembered her or not... His flashbacks weren't the healthiest for the school.

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All the new kids were intimidated by him. All avoided eye contact, whispered things, some marveled at his huge muscles. They thought all he was was a very angry man who loved to yell.... Veterans at the school knew that he was a troubled man, who was a softy underneath the hard features... He made small talk with the faculty, and fellow X-Men. Although Professor X was the top dog, the assault team was usually led by Logan, or Scott. He had been through every American war since the Civil War, he had the most experience, and was a master combatant...

Logan got up, tired of the whispers and the burnt coffee. He made his way out of the cafeteria, walking to his classroom to get his history lesson for the day all situated.