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Administrivia ((Open to any who want to see the new Xavier's Headmaster))

Rachel was in the middle of remodeling what was now her office. Xavier has finished up the semester and given her the office as hers. Though she currently had no clue how to decorate it. So things were looking a little bare with her desk and two chairs across from it for adornment.

She had plans for the estate on her desk. She sat in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose. There were pages of the requirements for a being a certified school scattered on the floor behind her. She had posted about her open office before the summer semester began.

The redhead didn't know if having visitors would be a blessing or not.

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Franklin Richards could have teleported straight into the office, of course, but such a thing would be unconscionably rude. Instead he'd put on a suit, gathered his resume and CV and booked an appointment to discuss a teaching position with the Xavier Institute like a normal person would.

Coming to the door at the ppointed time, Franklin knocked on the door.

Bobbi wasn't really there to see the new headmaster, considering she figured it wouldn't change anything, though she carried a tray with her, hot chocolate and a cupcake on it, figuring it might be a nice treat for Rachel.

"Thought you could use something of a break."

Anyone who teleported without warning into the office while Rachel was there was liable to end up through a wall. Unless it smelled like brimstone. Then she would only momentarily dangle Kurt or his daughter upside down.

She looked up from the plans at the knock. She used her tk to open the door when she remembered she had an appointment. "Come on in and don't mind the echoes."

Rachel had a piece of paper in hand when Bobbi came in. It was one of possible designs for the office. The redhead wasn't impressed and tossed it over her shoulder. She ignored the paper gently floating to the floor.

"I'm sure I could. What have you there?" She gave a slightly tired smile.

"Hi." Franklin would've probably just said "Hi, Rachel" but somehow it didn't seem quite right. Should she be Mrs. Ramsey? She wasn't a doctor or a professor exactly. Maybe "Rachel" was fine. Maybe he worried too much about things. Okay, not maybe. He did. "Congratulations on your new job, by the way. The Xavier Institute is in good hands."

It was warm, sincere, though he didn't go further because he was there to apply for a job.

"I know there weren't exactly open job postings, but I'm interested in teaching at the Institute, if you have any openings available."

"We baked cupcakes earlier. Thought you'd want one, and brought hot chocolate." She smiled walking to the desk.

"Want help decorating?"

"Good morning, Franklin," Rachel greeted as he came in. She shut the door behind him while gesturing to the chairs in front of her desk. "Thank you. Have a seat."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Lucky for you I'm doing a bit of reorganizing of the staff to come into compliance with state laws. We may have some openings. What's your education background and experience?"

"Thank you. That's very thoughtful," she said warmly. She leaned back in the chair and watched the girl's approach to the desk.

"I'm still trying to decide on how it should be decorated. The Professor's style was a bit to... old school for me."

She nodded happy the gesture was taken well. "Your welcome."

"I liked it, but it's not something that fits for you." She set the tray on the desk.

Franklin went over to the chairs and sat down. "I can imagine that's quite a headache in the making. I have a degree in physics, but I honestly think I'd be more useful in a history class. I've spent the last few years travelling through various points in history, getting firsthand experience of it. I have proposed lesson plans aimed towards a high-school and entrance-level university audience in the portfolio I prepared, if you'd like to take a look at them. They're made in accordance to state curriculum regulations for US and world history."

"Mm. Very not fitting. The only thing I've decided on the new office is portraits of the previous headmasters." And she did mean the plural. Rachel picked up the mug of cocoa. She savored the scent before taking a sip.

"Oh! It's good thing you showed up. I had something to run by you." She nodded toward the chairs opposite her desk. "Have a seat."

Rachel chuckled. "If I take the sciences away from Hank, he will pout at me. Blue furry pouting is not to be underestimated."

She held out her hand. "Let me see this portfolio. Though I'm sure the headmaster is telling me you got the job as a history prof."

"How many have there been?" She took a seat. The hot chocolate would have a small spice to it. She had put a little cinnamon under the whipped cream that topped it.

"Oh? This isn't about the pool getting frozen over is it? I made sure that no one was in it when I froze it." She bit her lip. "And it was only the top. An inch, I made sure not to damage it."

"I can imagine. He shouldn't worry too much, though." Franklin passed over the portfolio with the lesson plans and semester plans already made up in them. The semester plans were skeletons of course, where a more robust musculature could be built around them. Just a sign that he had an idea how to plan a year.

He smiled slightly. "I'll have to thank the headmaster profusely. So how have things been going here since the ... outing?"

Rachel paused. "Two. In this timeline. I think."

Considering one of them was Magneto, it was a provocative choice. However, Rachel would not erase that history from the school.

She blinked at the pool getting frozen over. "Only an inch? Bobby needs to take you under his wing a little more. Our pools are built to withstand him at his most pranksome."

She took another sip of cocoa and momentarily set the mug aside. "No, more like since you're staying at this school on a permanent basis, you'll need a legal guardian. I have papers for you to sign."

Rachel glanced at one of her desk drawers. It opened and some papers and a pen floated out to settle on top of the desk.

"Oh, he has nothing to worry about. I have him exactly where I need him, in the labs wrangling our future scientists." She looked over the portfolio. It looked impressive to her and on track with what she needed.

"You're hired. Will you be commuting or will you need staff lodging?"

She puffed out a breath at the question. "The students are tense. And things outside of the school have been... unpleasant. I'm might need a therapist on staff to help with some recent traumas. If you know of anyone interested and capable, please let me know."

"Mr. Xavier, and?"

"Well I was trying not to freeze it over too far. Just make it thick enough to walk on." She grinned. "Besides freezing it completely would take days to thaw, I wanted to go swimming later today."

That made her pause a moment. "They're going to agree with it? I mean my... the people that raised me are okay with it?" She did take the papers though reading over them. She knew better than to sign things without reading them over.

"While I came here looking to be hired as a teacher, if you need me for ... extra duty, I'm more than willing to help, Rachel." Franklin wanted to make sure that was clear. "The kids deserve better than all this." He couldn't help but think of the murder that had just happened in Westchester, as well as the incident with Stephanie Shaw.

"I know a really great therapist, but I doubt I could convince them to sign up for here. Maybe Doc Samson can be coaxed out to Westchester or something, at least for a little while."

"Mr. Lehnsherr."

Rachel considered the not-quite parents. "They're having a bit more trouble proving they exist and have a legal claim on you. Those papers in your hands will assign you a legal guardian if you so choose to stay at Xavier's on a permanent basis. Right now, the guardian will be me. If Warren or Bobby wish to step in, the guardianship is transferable." Though technically if something happened to Rachel, Doug would be first in line.

She was quiet at the name for a moment. "Magneto right?" She wouldn't question if it had been a hostile take over or not.

She nodded. "I still get to stay in my room with Rose right? And won't be treated differently from the other students?" She didn't want to be treated special because she was the headmaster's ward after all. Bobbi toyed with the pen a moment watching her. "Because I do like it here, I feel safer here than I ever did back home."

"So noted. Once I figure out exactly what I need help with, I'll let you know. Beyond all the remodeling needed before the fall semester starts."

She sighed. "They're paying the price for us being lucky until now. And we can no longer be lax on somethings as we were before."

She shook her head and dismissed the maudlin feeling before it took hold. "We may have to have someone like Doc Samson on hand soon. The hits just keep coming."

"Yes, Magneto. He was headmaster for a time while the Professor was in space." Rachel nodded. Xavier and Magneto strove for the same thing but used different means and motives to get there.

"Nothing changes except if you get in trouble off-campus, I become the first to know." She smiled and picked up the mug of cocoa. "I'm already the first to know if it happens on-campus anyway."

Bobbi nodded.

"Hey, I've been good for the most part." She signed her name to the papers. "And really would you want Mr. Drake to show me how to use my powers? I don't think we need a second generation of his blood line nor Mr. Worthington's to top them both with pranks do you?"

She knew if she went too far with a prank she'd have to deal with the punishments, but as long as she kept them down to mile distractions and didn't hurt anyone she could probably get away with them.

"Good luck with trying to get Logan to conform to state standards." Franklin couldn't help but smile faintly. It didn't last long though and he frowned slightly to see Rachel look so crestfallen.

"We'll get through it. There's been dark days at the Institute before." Worse ones, in many ways. The aftermath of the Mutant Massacre and the destruction of the Mansion after Inferno. The ugly tensions during the first Stryker Crusade.

Franklin was confident they'd make it.

"You've been better than Bobby was at your age, I would guess. Yes, I would want him to show you how to use your powers. He would understand them better than anyone. Pranks happen. As long as no one gets hurt, it's not a big problem." Rachel shrugged.

"Not that you heard that from the headmaster or anything." She smirked slightly before taking a drink of her cocoa.

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