If there was one thing that Shawn would have on his person at all times, it would have been a pair of gloves. Even though Shawn was learning how to use his mutation at the right times, as well as minimalize its effects, His mutation was always active. His body had a constant electrical charge, and there was no way that he could simply not shock everything that he touched. He made it a point to avoid metal as much as he could, wearing his insulated gloves and an anti-static bracelet as much as he could so he could still enjoy things like television, radio, or video games. He just needed to be careful and not get too excited, lest he risk destroying nearby electronics. 

As he left the room, Shawn slipped his gloves back on and left for the cafeteria. He wondered what was on today's menu. He didn't quite get a look at it when he passed through that morning for breakfast. 

A little scheming for revenge pranks didn't hurt to kill time while he was was chowing down. Just as he passed by the foyer of the mansion, Shawn was treated to en eyeful. Doctor Smith was talking to what he assumed was another new student, the door to the Professor's office had just opened, revealing Scott Summers and an unknown woman leaving the room. 

Something about that woman seemed strange. She was drop-dead gorgeous, not to mention walked with style and power, but her eyes flicked all over, looking for something. Maybe she was trying to find someone, maybe get away. He couldn't tell. However, just as he looked at her eyes, she looked right back at him, a calm yet intense look shooting right back to him which almost made him stutter and fall. He suddenly didn't want to be there. He could feel her eyes all the way through him, in his mind, peering through his soul. His eyes darted away, and he picked up the pace to walk to the lunch room. 

"Him, too."

He could just so faintly hear it, but he was almost completely sure that she was talking about him. What had he done to get on her list? What did this even mean?

On the other end of the room, Booker motioned for Christopher to follow him. With Emma out in the open like that, she seemed to be doing a little more than what she had been asked to do. It was inevitable, though. Booker knew that she was going to ask of something in return for coming all this way to help him out. He couldn't refuse her, not because of looks or history, but because it was only fair for her to get something in return. 

He ushered Christopher forward, hoping that he wouldn't pick Emma out of the crowd. It was going to be a little more packed, in between classes, but if anything, it made Karma only easier to find. 

"It's quite alright, Christopher." He smiled and forgave the boy. "I know I'm not the most presentable person when it comes to being an official. And yes, this mansion was build by Professor Xavier's history long ago, just after they had traveled all the way from England. The entire building has gradually been retrofitted over the past fifteen years to find a great merging place between classic and contemporary."