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Six months. That's how long he's been gone from this place. A place that might once have been home for him, and maybe one day could be again.

He kept in touch like he promised he would, and he knows that the size of the student body has been slowly but steadily increasing as Charles found more mutants. He knows also that everyone who was here when he left is still here, and they seem to be content. He's still hoping that he can find that level of contentment someday. He had, in fact, and then life intervened to remind him of the dangers of being a mutant in this world.

He's had time to get past that now, and put it behind him, and start imagining a future for himself. He doesn't know what will be in it, but he knows that he doesn't have to face it alone. Which is why he's here, keeping the other promise that he had made. The promise to come back again.

He makes his way across the lawn, unnoticed by any of the students enjoying the nice weather, and up to the front door. Taking to heart Charles' assurance that he will always be welcome here, he doesn't bother with knocking, instead opening the door and walking right in.

He will at least wait in the entrance hall for word to get around that he's here.
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1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester County, NY. Also known as Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters.

It was the site of hope for dozens of students built upon the bones of a lonely childhood. Two times the school had been opened. The first attempt had been destroyed by the war and by the patriotism (or recruitment) of students and teachers who felt they were doing what was right. The second attempt would prove to be more successful, run by a headmaster who had regained his own hope.

The school, the home, was no longer a place of loneliness. Instead, there were children almost always on the move, fluttering down from the top floor, walking through walls, or just appearing with a loud Bamf. There were darker things at the school, of course. Nightmares that could boil the walls of a room if left unchecked and homesickness, sometimes for homes that had rejected them. But there were also adults who mentored these children. Pain and heartache may have still been in the house, but so too were companionship and support.

It was an air that the teachers deliberately tried to invoke since many of them hadn’t had it in their own childhoods. They’d had to hide or were hidden or were even persecuted just for being who they were. It was the teachers who had all decided that they would try to make the lives of the children easier than their own.

But that didn’t come without a cost. There were layers beneath the school, layers where some of the students were trained to protect themselves and others and to fight. The world might have seen mutants in a different light after Mystique’s rescue ten years ago, but they’d also seen what Magneto could do. Mutants might have finally been in the light, but they still weren’t always safe and that was where the X-Men came in. Hoping for a better future, but also preparing for a worse one.

And that was really what Xavier’s was: a refuge and a place to forge the next generation of mutants, ones who wouldn’t have to live in the darkness their forefathers had. And it was up to their teachers to make sure they were ready for that future.

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