Tatiana and the bloody clothed moron enter Charles' office. Tatiana very not gently dropped the moron on the floor in front of the Professor's desk. She sat down in one of the desks. She didn't need to be a telepath to tell something more than a prankster was the Professor's mind. It wasn't her business for the moment. "We can come back later, I am sure he will come back willingly." She flashed her fangs. The prankster shrinked back recalling her threat to make him a vampire bitch enslaved to her.

"Oh hey, Ms. Frost. I just needed to see Mr. Smith, wanted to change some classes. Got the idea after our last talk. Wanted to focus more on what would better suit my tank role on the team." She paused thinking for a moment about tank as a code name. "Tank?" She thought for a second more. "Nah. Makes me sound fat. You mentioned you ran a school at one time until it's untimely destruction. Did you ever get the person responsible? Also you mentioned the Warlocks were they your version of the X-Men? Also why Warlocks? Were they capable of magic? Is magic just another form of mutation?" She was rambling again, not because she wanted to keep a telepath out of her mind.