Catherine began her morning with her usual ritual: she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and began to dress herself in a light blue polo with khaki pants. She tied her shoes, grabbed her empty flask, and made her way down the stairs to the first floor. Opening the fridge, she began to peruse its contents. "Where is it... Where is it... Ah, perfect!" She produced a large glass bottle marked "BONES' MILK -- DO NOT TOUCH!" and placed it on the island in the kitchen. She opened up a box of English muffins, split one with a knife and placed it in a toaster. While waiting for her muffin, she moved to pour her milk in her flask. Her hands slipped to her pocket, and she frowned when all she felt was empty space. "Damn it!" She quickly turned with her milk bottle and ran back up the stairs to her room, and grabbed three bottles by her bed side. One was a multi vitamin, the others were calcium and vitamin D supplements. Swallowing the pills, she washed it down with the milk in her flask and sighed. "There." Turning to her closet again, she grabbed her white medical coat and ran back downstairs while slipping the coat on to put her milk bottle away. A good start to a good morning, though she was running a minute late thanks to her forgetfulness. She wasn't too worried, however; she would still make it to Storm's welcome at the auditorium. 

She stood off to the side with the other professors, hands clasped at her front and quietly listened to Storm talk and frowned slightly at the head Professor. It had been a horrible year to say the least. Catherine wasn't the closest person to Professor Xavier, nor did she know him the longest. But he was a father figure, a kind, intelligent man, and he had left his mark with everyone within the walls of the home he graciously opened to her and perhaps hundreds of others. Catherine herself had taken the loss hard, but she had no idea how the others had taken it. "I don't know either." Catherine frowned, "But Storm is a strong woman. I will see about seeing her sometime today. Maybe before my class begins." With that, she made her way out of the auditorium and began to make her way to Professor X's ([I]"Storm's now,"[/I] she reminded herself) office, when she suddenly caught sight of a young woman looking like a fish out of water. The look was familiar: most new students had that look on their faces upon witnessing the grandeur and hustle and bustle of the X Mansion. She made her way over to the girl and gave her a polite smile. "Welcome. My name is Catherine Bishop. Can I help you? Are you new here?"