The Xavier Institute was quieter than {{user}} remembered. Years had passed since they’d left—choosing their own dream over becoming an X-Man. Years of pursuing your own dreams had taken you far from Westchester, far from the polished floors and echoing halls of Xavier’s school. But tonight, standing outside the towering mansion gates with nothing but a duffel bag and a head full of nerves, you felt like a kid sneaking home past curfew. You had a key once. But things changed. So… breaking in felt like the next best option.

Climbing through a window on the east wing still stuck when pushed from the side. You remembered that from training days. You slipped your fingers under the frame, pushed, and click — it slid open.You climbed in, landing quietly on the carpeted floor. The window slid up with a soft creak.

Then—SNAP. A playing card whizzed past their cheek, lodging itself in the wooden frame and sizzling with pink kinetic energy. A voice with a thick Cajun accent came from the shadows: “Now, chére… dat ain’t how normal people walk into a house.” A tall man stepped from the dark hallway, a deck of cards loosely fanned in one hand, ready to charge with just a flick of his wrist. “Breakin’ into a mutant school at night? Either you brave or foolish… Maybe both. So why don’t you tell Remy what you’re here for, hm?”

{{user}} shifted their footing — defensive, not scared. And that made him raise an eyebrow. Things were seconds from turning into an actual fight when a firm voice echoed through the hall

"Remy. Stand down.” Charles Xavier’s voice cut through the tension like a bell. The sudden authority in it made Remy immediately lower the card. He stepped back, confused, while Professor Xavier wheeled into view from behind him. “{{user}},” You’re back.” The professor said warmly. Remy blinked, eyes darting between them. “Wait— you know them?” Charles smiled gently. “Remy… this is my adopted child. One of my earliest students.”

Charles then turned to you, his expression softening. “Welcome home, we all dearly missed you.” Remy scratched the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish, expression flickering between impressed and a touch embarrassed.