Phoebe woked. She yawned, stretching, and got ready, a however and dressing. The last few months had been wonderful. She tied her hair back, walking down the stairs to outside, grinning up at the sun. She jogged her three miles around the school. Being able to maintain her own training regimen, and having access to the schools gym equipment, Phoebe had been able to develop a figure more willowy, as if her powers were coming out through her. She was developing muscles, becoming leaner, stronger, able to hold her own with her powers. Her fighting was coming along well as well. 

She slowed, reaching her dorm again. She stretched briefly, then looked about.

Connor was already up. He was sitting on the roof, on his suit. Over the last few months, he had become more confident. He had, as his mother would say, bloomed. Able to fully show what he was capable off, Connor had developed a confidence he never thought he would hav. 

It was brillant. Being able to show his intelligence fully was freeing. 

He had modified his suit a bit. He enjoyed playing around with it, and felt he has mastered it well.

He may not have powers, but his mind was his gift. He had come out of his shell, laughing, enjoying the company of his classmates. He enjoyed the freedom of being here. It had been the right choice to come.