New Divide

New Divide: 50

Early mornings were awful, Margo had quickly decided that there truly was nothing worse than having to wake up early for a purpose. She didn't like to think that she was lazy, she could just appreciate sleep in all its goodness. And sleep was good, sleep was glorious and she appreciated it fully.

Yet, hearing the annoying beeping of an alarm clock, she didn't even need to reach out and hit it, instead she caused it to shoot off of the bedside table and collide with the wall. The poor alarm clock let out one last dying beep before sliding down the wall to land in a crumpled mechanical heap on the floor.

Opening her eyes she could just about make out the time on the broken clock face. 7:15am, with a shrug she rolled over and pushed herself up. Fifteen minutes later than usual, that surely wouldn't matter too much, right?

Margo though, in her oblivious misunderstanding of how many students were now enrolled here, had to waste another fifteen minutes trying to use one of the bathrooms. Another ten minutes was spent getting breakfast, and then ten more minutes to get blank sketchbooks and notepads that both Hank and Charles had given her, as well as stationary supplies. Cramming everything into her rather battered rucksack seemed to waste more time than what it was meant to.

By the time she pulled on her boots and tightly laced them up and stood ready for whatever her first lesson was – she hadn't found that out just yet – the time had ticked around to 8:30. She mentally congratulated herself for her rather speedy display – without using her powers – to get ready. Reaching behind herself she commenced walking out of her room while tying her hair up. She ducked in between milling students, and excused herself when she accidentally knocked into a rushing kid, though really it was the kid's fault for not looking where he was going, she felt relieved when she had walked down the stairs and was not as surrounded as she once was.

Running her hands down her face she turned and strolled down the corridor. With a precise knock she heard a quiet: “Come in,” which caused her to smile. Pushing the door open and peeking around she looked to the desk.

“I do believe you owe me a timetable.”

With a wave of his hand, Charles held a piece of paper in the air and in her direction. Pottering into the room she shut the door after herself and walked over to where he was sitting.

Taking the paper from his hand she looked it over. Scrunching her nose up she frowned a few times before relenting with a shrug. Little did she know that her obvious scrutiny of her timetable was being watched.

Before class started Charles was seated in peace, listening to the bustling of the manor around him, finding he highly enjoyed how this place hit off to somewhat of a success so soon. Though true, there were still some kinks to sort out, but for the most part they were almost there.

It was a little strange to suddenly be sharing his home with so many people, but it wasn't unsettling. In a way most of the students here had found themselves in situations slightly similar to Margo's. Perhaps minus the incarceration. Misunderstanding parents, at a general loss, confused beyond anything...everyone here had a common ground, and it was this common ground which had cemented a content cohabitation amongst everyone. Or mostly everyone, of course there were some who did clash but that was inevitable. That is inevitable with school life and when there's a group of people living in one space.

He was rather simply thinking over all these matters while getting some last minute marking done when Margo appeared. She looked as ready as she possibly could be. And her clear confusion, or disdain towards her timetable actually amused him somewhat.

“Is there any questions?” He asked with a smile while leaning his head against his hand.

Margo peeked over the paper and shook her head. “No, no, I’m good.”