You walk down the long corridor, your footsteps echoing softly against the polished wood floors of the mansion. The walls are lined with portraits and artifacts, a testament to the rich history of the place. As you approach the heavy oak door at the end of the hall, you feel a subtle tingle of anticipation.

The door opens quietly as you reach it, revealing a spacious office bathed in warm, natural light. The room is tastefully decorated, with bookshelves filled to the brim with volumes on everything from genetics to philosophy. Behind a large, mahogany desk sits a man you immediately recognize: Charles Xavier.

He looks up from a stack of papers, his eyes kind and knowing. His presence is calming, almost fatherly, and you can't help but feel a sense of reassurance in his gaze. He’s not just the headmaster of this school, but a mentor, a guide for those like you—those who are different.

Professor X: "Please, come in," Xavier says, his voice gentle yet firm. He gestures to a comfortable chair in front of his desk. Professor X: "I’ve been expecting you. We have much to discuss about your future—"

As you take a seat, he steeples his fingers and studies you with a thoughtful expression, as though he can see the potential you hold, even if you can't quite see it yourself yet.