It was the end of the week and Charles had no more classes to teach. But that didn't stop him from doing anything intellectaul. He was reading books. Though he was trying to relax as he did so. He knew the students were busy enjoying the sun.
He knew he should at some point. But he was just enjoying the peace and being buried in books for the time being. Though he was sure that he couldn't do that all day as much as he wanted to . He though was happy for now.
The others never seemed to bother him when they knew he was enjoying it. He knew they would only ever interfer if he was stressed and needed to do something else. Charles was looking around. 

It had been a few years since what happened in Cuba. Charles tried to not think about it. He did miss Erik and Raven. But he knew they had made thier choices. He had to trust they would find thier way back down the right path. He would help if he could. But at the moment he was still a bit mad with Erik and was keeping his distance. Though he knew it was hard to change peoples opinions.
He had tried so hard to get Erik to not go down that path, but he just couldn't seem to stop him.
The telepath had hoped Erik would help him run the school. Now Charles felt like he was doing that mostly alone as he didn't really have any other teachers. He knew he should try track down more as that would help lessen his work load.

Charles looked up from his books briefly as he thought he heard somebody. He wasn't sure though. He went back to looking over his book. He was enjoying what he was reading really. Though after awhile. He stopped reading and tried to work out if there was anybody there. At least he was still in his wheelchair and didn't have to get back into it, He had wanted to relax on the couch though. He smiled a bit. 
The telepath then went to go and see if anybody was at the door. He was glad for the weekend. But he truely hadnt expected anybody to show up now. Though people sometimes did. He was thinking a bit.