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It's her first evening away from home, and even Papa's strong mental presence has left her range by now.
It's lonely.
She knows that humans aren't lesser than mutants, per se, but she's still used to a different flavor of minds thrumming against hers when she's trying to go to sleep.
She and Emily aren't the only mutants on campus, though. There aren't a lot of them, but there's one other, at least...
She reaches out to them.
Hello?
She giggles.
And then the lecture starts and they slightly have to pay attention to things other than their conversation.
Biology! Neat.
Somebody throws some balled-up paper at him at some point during the class. What is this, middle school?
It could have been a number of people, and none of them seem especially remorseful.
Z doesn't seem bothered -- he doesn't turn around outside a brief glance over his shoulder, and returns to scribbling down notes almost immediately.
The rest of the lecture is mostly uneventful.
Afterwards, he turns back to her.
"...that actually all made sense. I think it's a trap."
"Eh, the schools were ok, I think? Maybe I just have shit luck with teachers."
"Mm. My best friend is planning to become a teacher, maybe you can give her some tips on what not to do."
"Uh, well, number one, don't send somebody home because his ear spikes are inappropriate for school."
He starts to gather his papers together.
"Number two, group projects are the worst."
He actually laughs at the look on her face.
"Yeah, they were convinced that I had better control over it than I did back then, and one of my teachers decided it was...I dunno, she kind of kept switching between 'threatening' and 'distracting the other kids'. I didn't know how to convince them that honestly I just woke up like that, so...I skipped the rest of the day. Win/win, I guess?"
"...yeah. Not really."
He sighs.
"I mean, they also sent a girl home because her afro was 'distracting', so I wasn't the only kid who got fucked over."
"Oh, did you go to one of those private schools where we're not allowed in?"
He's so casual about those being a thing.
"Dammit, the jig is up and Edie isn't even here yet. Hi, I'm Emily."
"...Wow, that really does sound like the secret is that we're dating, ick."
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