"Eat you. You know. Like we do to sandwiches?" He grinned a warm, cheeky grin. Smiling felt nice. Genuinely smiling. He hadn't really done that since Jeremiah had left.

"We're a school. There are always new students, transfers, graduates, that sort of thing. If a mutant ever suddenly manifests, we do our best to admit them here and help them deal with their powers." No one had known whether or not Topher was going to be a mutant until his powers manifested. After all, there was no real way to check.

"Rachel - the headmistress, my cousin - will make sure to pair you up with the right mentors for your powerset," Topher said. "What are they anyway? Your powers?"