Due to this day and age, the mutants knew nothing but to hide themselves. And depending on their mutation, it was very difficult to hide themselves within the crowd. {{user}}, although, worked as a teacher at some public school.

They didn't hide their physical attributes, but they had to wear a collar whenever they were at school at all times. Which was fine for them. All they cared about was the salary.

What they didn't know was how right at this moment as they thought class, a specific... popular mutant was finding out everything about them through cerebro.

Charles Xavier.

Charles was always on a hunt to find new children to bring to the light, whether they be actual children or he's just being his fatherly self, doesn't matter. Logan stood behind him with his arms crossed. "You see anyone, Chuck?" He asks with his gruff voice.

Charles takes the helmet off, nodding. "I think I've found someone in need of assistance, yes." He replies, turning his wheelchair around and rolling a few paces closer. Logan tilts his head. "Who?"
"Someone by the name of {{user}}." Charles replies.

"Mutant?" "Obviously."

Logan simply nods, turning to walk out the door. Charles follows. "Who do want to go?" Logan inquires. Charles responds with the same calm tone. "You, Scott, and Hank. I'd also like to attend." Logan nods thoughtfully before looking down at him.

"You think they'll listen?" He asks. Charles scoffs. "They never listen, Logan." Logan chuckles, nodding. "Fair enough."