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- 63-Mise en Scene: Coffee and Cream
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Perfectly Normal Chapter Five

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Thursday bloomed clear and crisp,
the perfect late winter morning. There was not a cloud in the robin�s egg blue
sky as the watery-bright sun rose over the frosted treetops, washing the last
of the pastel colors from the atmosphere as dawn chased towards full daylight. Amara
stood silently at her window, her fingers curled
loosely around the hilt of her ceremonial dagger, staring out at the dark verge
spilling towards the river. She wondered, almost idly, if she could use the
justifiable homicide defense for stabbing Mystique in her sleep. �Knowing my
luck,� she murmured, �I would be deported to Italy.� She let the blade drop with
a clatter on her makeshift altar, the one in the woods too chilly for her
morning duties. The incense was smoldering and the brazier was now cooling at
her hip, so Amara turned away from the morning light and padded back towards
her bed, her robe dropping from her shoulders as she reached for her clothes to
start the day. She tried to sort out the goings-on of the night before but the
best she could determine was that the Professor had apparently gone momentarily
insane before he had a heart attack and now they were stuck not only with
Magneto and Mystique in their midst but a documentary film crew from Bayville University�s graduate school for
sociology. Who in the name of the Bellona wants to
film students? Isn�t that a crime here? She jumped as a light knock fell on
her door, a rapid series of knuckle-raps that could only be one person. �Come
in, Kitty!�

Kitty ghosted through the door, her
hair a tangle hanging in a low queue down her neck, her eyes darkly circled
from lack of sleep, red tinged from crying. �You�re the only morning person I
know who carries a shiv,� she smiled groggily,
nodding to the bronze blade on the window altar. �Sort of
like a warning to the others, huh?�

Amara raised a brow. �Something
like that, yes. What�re you doing up at this hour?� she asked, shrugging into
her sweater. �Aren�t you missing school or something?�

�Um, kinda��
She was in the process of withdrawing, actually, but she did not want to draw
Amara into the tangle of things her academic life had become. �I just couldn�t
sleep after Pete brought me back from the hospital.� She hesitantly edged
further into the room, sitting gingerly at the vanity chair when Amara did not
protest her intrusion. �Kurt�s kinda pissed about
that.� She picked idly at one ragged cuticle, frowning at the mess her manicure
had become since starting the new semester. �Pete�s not exactly welcome in his
presence.�

Amara sighed wearily and sat on her
bed, not bothering with her skirt yet. Her bare legs swung lazily as she
regarded Kitty with a slightly annoyed eye. �I�m willing to bet that you did
not come here merely to make small talk regarding my morning routine and your
new friend Peter. You wish for romantic advice.� She paused, her brows creeping
up in irony. �The years have taken us down a strange road, Kitty.�

Kitty grunted in rejoinder. �Pete�s
a nice guy and I kinda like him but�� she trailed
off, opening one eye to take in Amara�s bland visage, carefully neutral as she
waited for Kitty to finish. �But he�s Pete.�

�Then his parents were wise to name
him that, since he is so� Pete.� She rotated then counter rotated her feet,
folding her arms across her chest as she gave Kitty a considering look. �Your
problem is you are too nice and sweet. That will get you walked all over.� She
paused, adding, �Especially by this film crew. In fact, I think you need to be
proactive, to use Jean�s favorite word, and make sure they don�t fuck with
you.�

�Let me guess,� the other girl said
mildly, a slight smile ghosting across her lips. �I should show them what for
by accidentally on purpose disabling their equipment with my powers and crying
innocent when it happens over and over to any replacement they bring?� She
stood, cracking her neck as she gave Amara a slightly disproving look. �Sorry I
disturbed your morning routine� I�m going to go get some tea and crackers,� she
added, heading for the door. �But if you feel so inclined I�m going to set the
Danger Room up and beat the snot out of some stuff later, if you�d like to join
me�� She let herself out and padded down the hall on silent feet, knowing Amara
would meet her in their least favorite room before the morning was done. The
entire mansion was quiet save for someone snoring at the end of the hall and
the soft clicking of the grandfather clock as she neared the bottom of the
stairs. She knew that somewhere Jono lurked and hoped he did not scare her
senseless again, and she knew that Logan
was about, likely out on the grounds patrolling. The knowledge that she was not
truly alone made her feel a little better as she shuffled into the kitchen in
her sock-clad feet, heading straight for the mugs and tea bags set back on the
counter. The entire idea of a documentary crew coming there was at once
exciting and irritating. She could see why the Professor had allowed it, a sort
of public relations coup that would at once make them known to those who needed
to know and make them seem benign and mildly eccentric for the rest of the
population, those who did not know the tiny signs of the true nature of the
Institute. Kitty sighed and started the kettle for her cup of hot tea, leaning
heavily against the counter as she ran through a mental check list of things
that would have to be done before the crew got there. Figure out how to
hide Cerebro, disguise the Danger Room with a sim that�s pretty benign, hide the equipment, lock down the
hangar, hope Beast doesn�t get insulted that he has to hide� She closed her
eyes for a moment. Oh, geez. What are we
going to do about training?

�I do apologize if I�m disturbing
you,� a carefully modulated voice, low and faintly accented, broke her reverie.
�I was hoping for coffee.�

Kitty�s eyes flew open, her first
instinct to scream quickly suppressed by Logan�s
training. She grabbed one of the heavy crockery mugs on the tray at her elbow
and brandished it at Magneto. �Get out!�

�I deplore at the manners I have
been shown here,� Magneto sighed, throwing his hands up theatrically. �I
thought I knew Charles better than this. I was sure he had the mind to teach
deportment on top of violence�� He smiled thinly, the gesture not reaching his
eyes as he looked on his distant granddaughter. �I am a guest in this house,
here as a favor long overdue an old friend��

Kitty�s jaw tightened to the point
of pain, the whistle of the tea kettle setting her already frayed nerves
jangling as she set the crockery mug down on the counter, her eyes never
leaving Magneto. �I don�t know what the Professor did for you in the past that
led to this favor but you�re not doing us any kindness.� She wished she had
taken more care getting dressed before heading downstairs. The knowledge that
she was facing Magneto in ratty sweatpants and a t-shirt that had seen better
days was somehow more upsetting than anything else at that moment.

He simply raised a brow and glanced
past her to the tea kettle. �You�d best use that before it evaporates.�

She straightened her spine and took
a deep breath. �I don�t believe for one second that you�re nice, that you�re
repentant or that you�re going to cooperate and help the Professor. You don�t
do things unless they suit you,� she added, fear bubbling up at the cold look
she was receiving. �Stay away from me.�

Magneto�s lips pressed into a thin
line as he took one long step, then another towards Kitty, the teenager
pressing back against the counter as he neared. He knew that he inspired fear
into their hearts, he knew what he was capable of. But at that very moment, the
only thing he felt was old. �You are quite right, Kitty, that I would not be
doing this unless there was something in it for me and mine.� He paused, his
eyes sweeping over her dishabille and general air of nervousness. �The trick
is, it isn�t what you think.�
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