The cab stopped in front of the gate. From that spot, Dominique could barely see the mansion. The walls that protected the property looked nice, though. "This is the place?", the girl asked the cab driver, who chuckled and drove off. There must have been a joke that she did not get. Perhaps this place was abandoned for a while? With her sport's bag on her shoulder, the punk approached the gate. The moment she was going to touch the metal handle, it moved on it's own, allowing the girl to enter.

The walk towards the mansion was feeling great. The patches of green that were gently parted by the pathway, the large masses of flowers blooming and giving a fragrant scent. Dominique took in some of the atmosphere. It was comforting her. There was the great space on this patch of land. Sure, there would be no problems finding her own spot in this place.

After taking a walk around the building, Dominique decided to knock on the front door. It did not take her more than five seconds, before she bit her lips and tapped her feet on the ground. "This place is great", she muttered, looking at her sneakers and brushing through her hair. Her mind rushed through the serenity of the countryside that the property gave. There was just one problem. The swarm of people beginning to move around. From a moment to another, the students from "Xavier's School of Gifted Youngster" enlivened the place. A lot of them burst out of the building, enjoying the summertime, since they had their schedules and assorted plans for the year. Much to Dominique's problem, they all came out of the front door, where she was standing. Trying to stand still when the flow of bodies moved past her, the punk's eyes fluttered, as she tried to calm down.

Muttering endless streams of "Hey"s, "Excuse me"s, "Sorry"s and "Could you"s, she tried to walk away from the students. She was completely lost. Slowly being dragged along, the mutant tried to stand upright and not bump into people. At a pond, she finally dragged free. Heavily hyperventilating, she opened her sport's bag and pulled out a small folding chair, which she promptly sat down on. "Mon dieu", she sighed. It was probably one of the only things she would say in French ever, mostly due to the fact that her parents barely taught her French. She also missed learning the attractive accent from them. Thinking out loud "How many people live here?", she crammed through her baggage for a water bottle, looking around to see someone roughly old enough to know how this place worked...