"Welcome to Xavier's Home for Unwanted Mutants."

Hearing someone below her current perch. Des looked down, a arched brow raised in mock sternness. "I prefer 'for Tossed to the Curb Mutant' thank you. Much more accurate! Well, at least for the second time around!" Tilting her head in almost bird like manner, she studied the older teen. Was he a threat to her? Hardly, she scolded herself. She would be gone before he did a thing. Then again, it never hurt to check. "So what are you in for? Setting the neighbor on his roof? Making the furniture talk?" She chuckled halfheartedly. "Round us all up and toss us in this place for something." Des muttered under her breathe, more to herself than anyone else. Her eyes drifting from the students to the older boy and vice versa.