Charles, upon hearing the old wooden door creak open, lifted his head to the incoming Tatiana and Prankster. "There's no need for that. This matter can be solved quiet quickly, I'm sure." Charles' friend mistook that for the queue to step forward and put some fear into the boy herself. She looked naturally tense, her lax face was one with a slight scowl infused with that, and was only made worse as she looked to intimidate him. She raised a hand, almost looking to punch him despite being several feet away, but was stopped as Charles raised a hand. [i]"I'm sorry, Laura. I didn't mean that for you to step forward. We can discuss this simply by talking."[/i] He spoke to her through his telpathy, reminded by his request to not use her name vocally. 

"Now, why exactly did you place the pig on Tatiana's bed? Has she done anything to you to deserve this kind of [i]response[/i], or was this a movement of warning?" Charles was no stranger of such moves being made as a warning to others. Erik certainly had his fair share of moments, most notably the Cuban Missile Crisis and the unveiling of the Sentinel Project.

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"Forge, you can hear me, right?" Raven called from the Danger Room floor, even though Forge was only a few feet away working at a panel. "Oh, right. You're not in the control room. Anyways, when you get up there, keep an eye on Chrys' heart rate and brainwave activity. If you show any signs that would lead me to believing that your problems aren't as easy as you say they are, I'm going to ground you to the med bay so quick that you're going to get whiplash."

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"Yeah." Sally sighed and motioned for Bonny and Peter to follow her around. "Miss Moonstar doesn't like using textbooks, they omit too much of the actual truth to be considered useful. In nearly every textbook, mutants don't even exist." 

"People have made many Chernobyl jokes since I have come here. I do not think they know what actually happened there." Peter put his own two cents into the conversation, hoping to stay relevant in this changing conversation. "History is written by those in charge, and they hope to erase certain facts."

"Yeah? Well they aren't going to erase mutants." There was a bit of an edge to Sally's tired and dull voice, but she soon relaxed as she cast a smile at the librarian, sitting it his wide desk and humming a tune as he moved some books around. "Hey, David. Where's the Reagan stuff at? Miss Moonstar is making us research him."

The librarian looked up in a confused manner. Only one person actually care little enough to use his first name, and it was her right there asking there the good stuff was. He shot her a smile and a wave. "Biographies are in the back left corner, historical books about his time period would be in the front left corner. Everything in historics is organized by area, time, topic, then name. You know this already, Sal." He shook his head and smiled again, getting back to his work while Sally took her two new friends along to look at books on the left hand side of the library.