Chapter 7: Mutants and Misfits, Part 4

"So let me get this straight. You're from some private school up in New York state for mutants-" Pizzazz began.

Just then, her left eye focused on a younger blond woman with a pixie haircut.

"Hey! What're you getting int-"

The woman turned around, and five or six pieces of cutlery fell out of her pockets.

"THAT'S THE FINE SILVER!" Pizzazz screeched.

A young brown-haired man wearing red-lensed sunglasses turned his head.

"Put it back, Tabitha." he announced in a resigned tone.

Tabitha sighed as she put the silverware away.

"So what do you guys do again, Mr. Summers?" Stormer asked.

"We train mutants as to how to use their powers. As for non-mutant students, it's just a normal private school."

Pizzazz nodded.

"Clash, what do you think?"

Clash bit her lip.

"I'll go."

"Good to hear. See you in the morning."


"Good to hear. See you in the morning."

Disguised as a gardener, Zartan looked in through the Gabor Mansion's window and read Summers' lips.

"What did they say?" a recovered Mystique asked, disguised as a well-to-do woman in a track jacket.

"It looks like Xavier's poached my daughter." he sneered.

Mystique clenched and unclenched her fists.