Wolverine's Feral Flame

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Walking through the halls of the school, Malyshka was at my side as I walked to Charles' office, knocking on the door a few times before slowly opening it, seeing him in behind his desk, lifting his gaze to look at me,

"Yes?" He asked

"I wanted to apologize" I replied, walking in and shutting the door "for how I reacted Sunday, I just . . . wasn't expecting it"

"I understand" he responded with a nod "I would also like to have a word with you. Please, sit" causing me to do as said, Malyshka laying down next to me "the students have been liking your stay here"

"You read their thoughts?" I asked in confusion

"They came in Wednesday, after classes" he responded "you've been here for almost a week. In that time, you have been cooking breakfast and dinner for the whole mansion, which seems to be quite a bit of work, yes?"

"I don't mind it" I replied honestly "in fact, I actually love it"

"As do the students" he said "not because you're cooking, but because you're actually teaching them"

"I'm sorry if I may have overstepped my boundaries" I said, "they just-"

"Its not an issue for me" he replied honestly "they have been kindly asking me to hire a professor who would teach them how to cook for quite some time before you arrived with Logan" causing me to grow silent "while you have been teaching them, they seem to be wanting to learn more and more, which is surprisingly because they hate schooling" earning a small chuckle from me "what I'm trying to say, Yelena, how would you feel about becoming a Professor at my school?"

". . . I don't have a degree in teaching" I said "let alone a food handlers card"

"That is no issue for me" he replied, "the students have been happier now that you're here. When and if they decide to leave the school to join the human world, they'd feel better if they knew how to fend for themselves. To cook easy meals for themselves, to try new things when it comes to cooking, they'd feel better if you taught them"

"Why me specifically?" I asked in confusion "I mean, yes, I know how to cook but I . . . I don't know how to properly teach them. I was taught by a chef who took me in when I first woke up"

"The other professors used to take turns cooking for the students" he replied, "mostly dinner for them, and you've taken that burden off of them and onto yourself alone. I have never met a mutant with so much control of their mutation, such as you, who can manipulate your own fire into shapes, to lift solid objects without psychokinesis" honesty in his voice "you let the students help you, not caring how much time it takes, that's why they chose you. They weren't allowed in the kitchens when the professors were cooking, you let them. . . will you accept?"

" . . . Can I think about it?" I asked softly

"Of course" he replied with a nod

I gave him a nod in return, standing up from the chair and walking out of the office, Malyshka following at my side as I walked down the halls. Opening the front door, I walked out of the mansion, seeing some of the students in study circles, others playing football and basketball, a small sigh emitting from me as I walked to a large tree. I sat under the shade, leaning back against the trunk of the tree, Malyshka laying down next to me, letting out a breath through her nose, causing me to place a hand on her head. She lifted her head, setting it in my lap and closing her eyes as I softly scratched being her ears.

"Hey, Logan" I greeted as he walked up

"Hey, Rose" he replied with a small smile "how're you liking it here?"