Kitty had been sitting there the whole time, disguised behind a book, in an intangible state, while using the molecules around the seat she was occupying to give the impression she was actually there. Dr. Grey had thought it wise. This was Mr. Logan’s first class, and she had her concerns, concerns that were completely valid, given Terry was one of the students that just so happened to be in the class he had been tasked with. The fifteen-year-old red head had the potential to not only annoy the gangly brunette, but Dr. Grey, Mr. Summers and Ms. Munroe too, and that was saying something
. No one ever got to Storm, but that little siren had managed it on occasion, and if she was capable of accomplishing that amazing feat, then the Wolverine was easy pickings for the predatorial Irish girl.
Although, Dr. Grey had asked Kitty to observe, and by ‘observe’, she probably meant in the context of a professor’s aide or teacher’s assistant. The gangly brunette had taken a different route entirely, and opted to go incognito, pretending to be a student, with her nose firmly secured in a book. In her intangible state, Mr. Logan wouldn’t be able to detect her presence, and so, it would offer her some better insight into his abilities to teach a class. That was what she told herself, but really, she was just doing it for shits and giggles, and she had a hard time suppressing the urge to do the latter as well. Approaching the topic of ‘Prohibition’ was the historical equivalent of touching on ‘Sexual Reproduction’ in biology class, and the students weren’t long in showing their maturity when it came to the subject matter, insofar as, they didn’t show any at all.
Prohibition was right up Terry’s alley, too. Kitty had never encountered quite a stereotype as she had in Terry before. She was Irish, a red head, infuriating, and despite only being fifteen, knew much more about alcohol than any members of staff were comfortable with. Of course, the gangly brunette had happened upon her her fair share of times, ‘gatting’ or ‘bushing’, or whatever they called it back in Ireland. It was, in essence, underage drinking, usually done in a field. Terry opted to do it in the forests surrounding the school grounds, and she never got away with it either. If Kitty didn’t find her, Dr. Grey sure as frick did, only, she was a lot more understanding. She gave the usual spiel about the terrible childhood the young girl had experienced, with her mother dying during the peace process back home, and her terrorist of an uncle seizing custody of the girl, and raising her as his own.
It was only in the last few years that Terry has discovered who her real father was, and it had added another disjointed layer to an already disjointed upbringing. However, Kitty, as always, failed to understand. She was well aware she was one of the few kids in the mansion that hadn’t been exposed to a shitty upbringing, and those kids that were didn’t often end up in the mansion’s lower levels with alcohol poisoning. If the red head wanted to screw her kidneys and or her liver up for life, she was going the right way about it. Her powers wouldn’t come to her aid in that capacity either. She screamed, that was it, or rather, she screamed and usually deafened or killed others. It was a power that had been passed from Sean, to Terry, but that wasn’t the reason she was such a headache, far from it. Terry just had a natural ability to annoy others, plain and simple.
And she was employing that to great effect now, throwing out a comment that Kitty herself had made in the past, and the gangly brunette just knew Mr. Logan was going to make her pay for that one, which just strengthened her urge to laugh. There were many people afraid of the Wolverine, but she wasn’t one of them. Fortunately for him, though, not only was the class nearing its end, but so too was the school year itself. It would be another few months before he had to substitute anyone’s classes again, but history was a good fit for him, even if teaching wasn’t, so it was the best way to start him off and test his limitations. As the bell rang out, and cleared the classroom, she remained where she was until he followed suit, only he didn’t…
Then, suddenly, Kitty’s cell phone bleeped to life, and blew her cover. So committed was she to her current covert role, she actually managed to forget about her cell phone, and was left so startled by the text message notification, she phased through the seat she had been hovering around. By the time she hit the floor, she was solid again, and hurt her solid ass in the process, and struggled to find her feet again as a result. The gangly brunette did, however, take the time to reach for her cell phone and read the text message she had received, which just so happened to have been sent by Mr. Logan. “… present…” she raised her hand, as if she was responding to a roll call, “Me and my ass, both, kinda…” she added before, eventually, finding her feet.