Mornings. Pandora didn't love or detest them.
Of course, she hated waking up in the morning and trying to sleep once more; and failing miserably. She hated how the weather was abnormally cold and she shivered even when buried in bedsheets. However, she enjoyed having some time to herself before she was barraged by everybody and everything. So now she'd spring out of bed (with a rough 10 minute space between waking up and the bed-springing), get herself dressed and go jogging.

She usually circled the whole academy, not minding the small obstacles in her path and just phase through them. Well, that's what Professor Pryde calls what she does, phasing. Pandora wanted a unique name however, as she was constantly pestered about being a "Kitty Pryde" wannabe. It's like everyone believes she chose her mutation. Idiots.

She'd circle the academy roughly ten times and it'd take her an hour and a half before she'd finish. By now students are already flowing out onto the patches of grass in the school gardens, and that was Pandora's cue to leave. Although she wasn't aware that she recieved any male attention, it didn't make her any less self-conscious about being caked in her own sweat. It grossed her out.

She'd jump in a shower and initiate a hardcore procrastination session. Even though she had decided she hated the morning chill she strangely always submitted herself to an equally as cold chill in the shower. She tried to reason that it was because she needed it, whilst when waking up she doesn't. At all. The shower usually takes 30 minutes but that morning Pandora really exerted herself to 45. 

Her next stop on her morning routine would be the kitchen, where she'd usually eat light. Snacks like chocolate, chips, cookies, and drinks like soda, water, and milk. It varied depending on her mood. She never normally lingered long there and was heading back to her dorm when she passed Ororo's - otherwise known as Storm - office and saw the two troublesome twins. She sometimes saw them about but from the top of her head couldn't recall ever having a actual conversation with them. She stopped to observe them pressing their ears up against the door anyway, and wondered if they had some absurd belief that Storm was naked. In her office. Then she realised that if this was the case the fact they were listening would be almost redundant.
"Do you mind telling me what you're doing?" She inquired with a brief five second delay that involved observation beforehand.
Who was called what, again?