Adrien walked to the auditorium with Harley. They found a seat near an aisle about halfway down. He was happy to be back at school, happy to be back with his friends. Although he loved his mother and sister dearly, he did consider the school to be home like Mrs. Pryde mentioned. The formality of addressing adults by mister or misses was something his conservative Russian mother ingrained in both he and his sister. A few may have been uncomfortable, but it was more about respect than age.

Adrien waved at a few of the kids he knew from last year. He hoped he would be considered for X-men this year. He was 18 afterall, but his mutant ability didn't lend to well to a combative role. Adrien was actually very happy with his ability. He could hurt a fly and would rather help than hurt someone.

"Harley?" Adrien looked at his friend. "You think we get picked for X-men? I'm excited to see how things go. You know what mean?" Adrien spoke in his Muscovite accent. He had actually gotten better with his English and was planning to take the test at the end of the year to become an American citizen.