It’s December, that means it’s Christmas season. And currently it’s Christmas Eve. Well.. it’s the early dawn of Christmas Eve. And the school is dead silent. The sun is just peeking over the horizon and the pine outside, causing the snow to sparkle untouched and fresh.

Everything is still asleep. Well.. if you don’t count the birds outside waking up and the deer in the front garden of the school. Or the sun.

The students are all still asleep. So are the X-Men. The school has yet to be fully decorated, and the tree is up but its bare. Things are peaceful. Things are quiet, for once.

Logan isnt grumpy because he’s asleep. Jean isnt scolding misbehaving students. Scott isnt getting any headaches. Rouge isnt sweet talking no one, Remy isnt flirting with rouge like a lost puppy. Xavier isnt wheeling about and watching with that contemplative look he has. Night crawler isnt scaring the pants off people. Orboro isnt playing den mother. Hank isnt using his big brain. And so forth.

Alls quiet. Expect for the faint quiet sounds of stirring. Coming from one bedroom in particular in the school. On the second floor, facing the large lake and wood area of the school grounds. In a blacked out room, where curtains are drawn shut and heavy thick blankets are being pulled closer to the body of one particular person.

The sun somehow manages to bleed into your room, shining warmth onto your face which is barely peeking beneath your blankets. Birds land near the open window and chirp away. Pecking at the snow. The cold seeps in gently, not enough to chill. But enough to feel crisp and good. And the scent of fresh, crisp winter air and snow follows in.