nextgenerationmarvel | Something Wicked This Way Comes

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” Brooke Wyngarde muttered to herself as she stared at the thick, artistically wrought iron gates that separated the Xavier Mansion from the world around it. “I just…I can’t.” But here she was, sitting outside the Mansion for the last fifteen minutes, working up her nerves to make this next step. Her father had temporarily returned home to England to work on some stuff, and Brooke found that she desperately needed to be around her own kind – and not necessarily the Hellfire Club, even if she was the Red Rook now.

Besides, she needed to learn more about her powers and how to utilize them, and the Xavier Institute…well, that was essentially the Yale or the Harvard of mutant education, weren’t they? Besides, it’s not as though she was here to befriend anyone or, god forbid, join the X-Men. She was just making herself the best possible mutant that she could be - and maybe she'd find some allies on the way.

After all, if I’m going to be queen one day…

Pursing her lips, Brooke let herself out of the car and smoothed down her Nanette Lepore skirt. She let herself through the gates and walked down the pathway towards the front door, her heart beating wildly with each step. She had never really dealt with the X-Men very much before, but her father had been one of Emma Frost’s Hellions, and her mother had never really been too fond of the X-Men. She didn’t know whether or not to expect a welcome wagon, or the Danger Room attacking her somehow.

She was visibly relieved when she reached the front door. After a moment’s hesitation, Brooke finally reached up and rang the doorbell.

Here goes nothing.

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"I assure you, I never have problems with people. It's they who tend to have issues with me. Why, I'm never really sure. I only ever call it as it is," Brooke said, matter-of-factly. "As for the adults, well, I'm sure that we can all be mature about the past. Again, I assure you that I'm not here to wreak havoc or destroy the X-Men or anything. You're welcome to telepathically check, if you don't believe I'm telling the truth."

There will be a quiet knock on the door. One of the other new students has a question.

"I'll have enough chance to check when I'm handling your lessons," Rachel assured. She glanced toward the door at the soft knock.

"It's unlocked. Come on in."

Danielle came in. "Och, sorry. Dinna mean to interrupt. I was just wondering why there was two of everything in the new room, and everyone says there's supposed to be someone to share it, but nobody who knew who that was, and they thought maybe we've an odd number?"

"It's alright, Danielle. We were just finishing up here." Rachel paused. The idea hit her. It wouldn't work to get Brooke to interact with people on a more human level to just be cooped up in a room by herself...

"There's two of everything in your room because we have students double up in the dorms. You'll have someone sharing the room with you. We did have an odd number, but I've just managed to even it up."

Brooke watched the young woman with some mild interest. It was the accent that threw her. She hadn't been expecting that. Then she realized that, unlike the Hellfire Club, this place was one of the only places that non-Club mutants could go to, especially to learn.

Then Rachel's words hit her. She turned back to gape at the flame-haired telepath. "I was really expecting a corner room with a view..."

"There's a verry nice window," Danielle says politely. " 'Tis big enough to get out of and everything."

"Students don't get their own rooms unless they have uncontrollable, endangering powers. As you two have similar power sets, it would actually work best for both of you." Considering both needed Midgard Remedial Life Skills classes. Rachel just had to run the idea by Dani.

"Danielle, I don't remember off-hand, is your room on the ground floor?"

"Aye, it is." Danielle smiled and extended a hand to Brooke. "Danielle Hrimharisdottir." If not stopped, she'll grab her wrist and shake heartily.

Brooke really didn't have time to react to the pleasant young woman, so before she could do anything, she found her wrist in a hearty little wristshake. "Brooke. Brooke Wyngarde. Red Rook of the Hellfire Club," she said, attempting to get her hand free. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure."

"Ah. That's good." Rachel pressed her lips together to not laugh at Brooke's handshake dilemma.

"Danielle, Brooke will be your new roommate pending her approval by senior staff."

And eventually, the wristshake stops, and Danielle nods with a smile to Rachel. "Thanks."

Danielle tries to remember what she knows about the Hellfire club.

...Then she tries to remember something nice.

"Oh, do you know Miss Sharon, then? Mummy's told such wonderful stories."

"Ugh, that crazy cat lady? No. Mom never allowed her inside of our house, thank god. The last thing we needed was tacky purple fur all over our dingy Fifth Avenue apartment."

And the sweet-sweet-and-happy mode freezes... then disengages. A dear friend of the Lady of the Forest has been insulted. Danielle's going to try to give this girl the benefit of the doubt still, but her tone drops about twenty degrees. "Well. 'Tis good to meet ye, Brooke. The left side of the room's all ready; I already put my thinks up on the right." A halfbow and "Thanks very much" to Rachel and she walks out before she says something she'll regret.

Her eyebrows shot up a bit at soft-spoken and gentle Danielle getting... icy. Rachel waited until the girl was out of the room before turning to the classless debutante.

"Miss Wyngarde, my first piece of advice as your advisor: Do not piss off your roommate. A good start is to not be dismissive about a family friend. And your assurances that you never have problems with people might hold more water."

Brooke had felt Danielle's iciness at her comment. She hadn't realized that Catseye had been a friend of the family's. Would that have changed how Brooke had handled the situation? She wasn't sure. Brooke wasn't someone who had the most tact.

She frowned. Her roommate was an empath as well - at least, that's what Rachel had seemed to insinuate. That meant that Brooke couldn't just empathize her into submission like she had the girls at Woodbridge-Robillard. Great.

"I'll make it up to her with beauty party at John Barrett. Maybe take some of the other girls from here as well - as well as any of the teachers who may want to chaperone," she added quickly. She was aware that there was no trust lost between herself and Rachel, since there probably hadn't been any trust there to begin with. "See if I can't make nice with my new roommate."

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