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Tired from her own classes and having spent the last few hours in the danger room, assisting and in some cases, hindering, the efforts of other students, Jean Grey opened the door to her room with a content sigh, taking a few moments to push her bag into a corner, then look out across to the entrance to the school from her window. The car that had just arrived heralded new arrivals, she wouldn't have long then. With a more frustrated sigh, she collapsed backwards onto her bed.

A King sized bed that many of the girls who had laid on it absolutely swore by. Framed in a high glossed white frame with tall headboard and Princess sheer white canopy tied back to each bed post. With a mattress made of more space age materials than the X-Jet, bedding with layers of cloudy felts and soothing silks, a large LED HD TV that rose out of it’s footboard, and more pillows than any one girl could possibly use, Jean’s King sized bed was the place in the Girl’s Wing for movie night. It wasn't the only defining feature of the room, but it was the main reason the drew visitors, well, beyond Jean's company, which accounted for at least a few.

For the moment, at least, she was left in blissful solitude. She allowed her mind to 'drift' through the halls of the school, not probing into their minds, simply becoming aware of their location. There was Kitty falling through the floors, late for something, Hank making the best of his free time in one of the various labs the school provided and Bobby...

Some mental activity was too strong for her to keep out, like mental 'shouting' she couldn't help but pick up whatever it was the individual was thinking about, and Bobby was hardly a subtle individual. She heard the thoughts through his voice, even though she was sure he had yet to begin. Of course it would be on a day when they had new visitors, she wasn't sure whether it was just a terrible coincidence or if Bobby had really planned the event just to irk her. Both were quite probable. The chant was building in Bobby's mind, soon it would be made reality. Jumping up from the comfort of her bed, as much as she was loathe to, she dashed out of her door.

Running through the halls, she spotted a young girl she didn't recognize, making her one of the guests, decided it would probably be rude just to ignore her, especially as new student were generally part of her duties, Jean attempted to introduce herself while running as fast as she could, avoiding the last resort of telepathy given the fact she would have only just arrived.

"HiI'mJeanGreypleasuretomeetyouI'llshowyouaroundjustneedtodealwithtroublefirst." Probably not her best or clearest introduction, but it would have to do, she was fairly sure Bobby was about to start shouting in the actual sense.

She burst into the cafeteria a moment too slow. The chant was up, and in reality, that and the food was flying. She clenched her teeth together as she looked for the individual who started all this. She found him, already in his ice form, half way through throwing a large congealed mass of pudding.

"Bobby!"

"Oh shi-- Jean, I thought.." A look of honest surprise, but then, Bobby Drake could like like the best of them, this didn't mean he hadn't engineered the event to fall on a certain day.

"Yes. Me." It was a little darker than she intended, but the look of slight horror on Bobby's face made it worth it as he began to levitate, the food he was holding separated in a bubble of telekinetic power. She too began to levitate to meet him, a look of fury spread across her near-flawless features as their eyes met.

"Did I ever tell you how nice you look without makeup? I think it's the freckles." His usual tone was even faster as he attempted to placate the 'wild Jean' that had just appeared to attack him, but a reminder that she hadn't had time to apply makeup since leaving the danger room to deal with him wasn't the way to go, her eyes narrowing further, as the food-based projectile she had confiscated from him hovered perilously close to his face.

That was when a mass of 'something' struck Jean in the back of the head, exploding down her hair and back. With a disbelieving yell of frustration, she turned around in the air, dropping Bobby and then the pudding right on top of him. Her eyes found her assailant, it was obvious really, everyone had gone silent and was staring, rather intently, at the male mutant, James, a pyro a few fears younger than her, trying his best to look as small as possible. Her eyes remained locked in her determined mask of fury, but the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk.

"Oh...you're on."