「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(350) History

Xavier's School, 29th June 2023

Lynn's POV

Despite the revived—enticing—memories of our peculiar romance, James gradually moderated his initial drive, seemingly adamant, to rekindle it.

It required more than just any regular fortitude to honestly and unreservedly confide in him again but the risky attempt rounded off on a fair note with his matured mind certainly more understanding. Moreover, he was still—surely, and inherently—devoted to the one and only Amelia.

Our relationship gladly progressed into a cordial, respectful, one and daily interactions no longer gnawed endlessly on my heart.

Just as well, little Lynn easily adapted to life at the mansion with the exuberant aid of her roommate and current best buddy, Rachel. Although childish ridiculing was somewhat unavoidable in the first few weeks, the fad of her unique name eventually ceased as the kids evolved to other crazes.

Unquestionably following in the footsteps of her parents, Rachel was indescribably eager to sign herself up for the X-Men programme once her age had duly ripened. Without a doubt, her bosom friend too elected to join our cause and her father was graciously approving, even concocting her amusing alias of Quickginger.

Admittedly, everyone was happy cruising through the hard-earned peace and in particular, the perky lot of teachers teemed with increasing excitement as the one—and probably most—celebrated occasion of the school drew near.

In light that our gifted institution had been formally and successfully reopened for half a century, a resplendent bash was zealously brewing. Clearer than crystals, it was the party-lusting brain of my dearest sister behind it.

Ironically, Charles and I were minimally involved in the organization as Raven and her enthusiastic team took complete charge of the detailed planning but there was still a pile of documents that necessitated the college's official stamp before all their fancy gimmicks could fall into place.

A potent virus had unfortunately plagued Charles, significantly vaporizing his competency to even accomplish the simple tasks, but his heart and soul were never quite famed for staying idle. The debilitating fever persistently haunting him over the past week only just completely subsided this morning but Charles, itching to be occupied, jumped back in the game despite other sickly symptoms that exposed themselves intermittently.

Basically regardless of everyone else's concerned nagging, including mine sadly, Charles was that blatantly disobedient patient every nurse dreaded, briskly proceeding towards his office the moment breakfast—he barely had the ability to consume—concluded.

Although I expeditiously rose to my feet, fully functional with the exact excuse he always wielded whenever I was correspondingly indisposed and hence could not be convincingly denied, my determined chase was promptly hindered by Raven's incessant bombardment.

As I was furiously hounded by her mountain of event-related requests, Jean and Scott threw me reassuring nods and hurriedly tailed Charles. While my ears were attentive to Raven, my eyes helplessly drifted off with Charles as he swiftly steered himself down the respectfully-created passage amidst the relatively congested aisle.

"Raven, I totally get that you're doing all of this for me but I really can't think about the anniversary when he's this sick, I'm sorry," I apologized, painfully tipping my toes to maintain a glimpse his back rapidly disappearing into the morning crowd.

"Just leave them on my desk and I promise I'll look at them later when he's napping," I faithfully affirmed.

"If you can get him to," Raven retorted, scoffing.