Any other form? Obviously this young many did not seem to think that Booker could have been a part of the administrative board. Funny, yeah, how the one man in charge of counseling, therapy, and one of the few staff members on campus with an actual degree, would not be on the admin board to help decide if they should be admitted into the school or not, and how well they might get along with everyone else from just a look at their life without talking to them. 

The only one who was really exempt from that was Yeti, who Booker looked after and taught until only about a week ago before he started clearing things so the young man could go to class with other students, rather than just be hulled up in his room all day. 

Christopher Harris, Booker knew the name well. He wouldn't be a good advisory for the school board if he didn't snoop around in all of the applicants lives before contacting the school, or being contacted, in some cases. However, he knew about the Harris mining family and how ruthless they could be. Something akin to Harry Potter and his relationship with the Dursleys, if Booker remembered the Philosophers Stone correctly. 

There was something off about Christopher's eyes, but Booker made it a point not to comment. It would be quite rude, and probably would not make this introduction any better than it already was. Instead, he reached out to hopefully shake the boy's hand. "[i]Doctor[/i] Blake Smith." He smiled kindly. "Resident Therapist, Counselor, Substitute Teacher, and member of the Advisory Board." He took a step back and motioned the boy inside. "Please, this way. Vice Principal Monroe or Miss Karma should be able to help you get sorted better than I can." Xavier was probably still having that important meeting with their supposed to be dead contact, which Booker was pretty sure did not want to be seen, especially around people like Christopher, who probably knew who Emma Frost was, or at least, his parents probably did. 

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Shawn left the room silently and returned to his dorm room to set his things away. It was a bit of a controlled mess, how everything was everywhere, but just were Shawn knew where everything was. If the little display in Drama was anything, it was a signal that he should probably take a step back on some things. He worked hard for his grades and his chance to become an X-man, but it was taking its toll on him. 

There was no time for that, though. After throwing his things back onto his bed, Shawn left his room to go and get some food. He was sure to see some familiar faces around the lunch room, or wandering the halls. The school was only so big, and maybe he could get back at Hive for sticking him with all of that fresh silk. He was so lucky that it wasn't the first time that he had been hit with the stuff. Had it not been for that, maybe the trick would have lasted longer. Shawn would have made an even bigger fool of himself by overreacting to the situation, but at least he was able to cut everyone's satisfaction short. 

Now, time for lunch. Shawn's favorite time of the day, just long enough for him to get some food in his stomach and calm down a little so he wouldn't be in such a bad mood. It was his fault though. Overworking one's self did lead to exhaustion and falling asleep in a class full of smart mutants with a penchant for pranking.