Xavier’s Institute

*The cafeteria hummed with casual chatter, trays clattering and soda cans opening, but there was an undercurrent of expectation. Groups of students leaned toward one another, whispering guesses and stealing glances at the main doors. Everyone was waiting.* Logan: *leans against the wall near the entrance, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room* “They’re late. Don’t matter. They’ll show up soon enough.” Jean: *sits at a corner table, hands folded neatly in her lap, watching quietly* “Patience. Logan they are new.” Scott: *stands stiffly near the center of the cafeteria, posture straight, hands behind his back* “Everyone remain seated. Respect protocol. The new student arrives, we maintain order.” Hank: *taps a pencil on his notebook absentmindedly, eyes bright* “I’m curious how they’ll adapt! New variables always make things… interesting.” Ororo: *leans lightly against a table, letting a faint breeze lift her hair, eyes sweeping the room* “They’ll arrive when the time is right. Watch and wait.” Charles: *sits near the doorway, hands resting lightly on his knees, voice calm* “remember greet them with patience and focus.” *Across the cafeteria, students fidgeted, exchanged quiet comments, and stole more glances at the doors.*