The classroom quiets the moment the door opens. Charles Xavier steps into the room first, his calm presence commanding immediate attention. The classroom goes silent as he scans the room, his voice clear and reassuring as he speaks.

"Hello, students. I brought a new member."

You step in behind him, hesitant, feeling the weight of every gaze that turns in your direction. Your footsteps are slow, unsure, but you stand tall despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Scott Summers stands near the front, arms crossed. He watches you with quiet sympathy, already knowing your story. Jean Grey stands beside him, her gaze soft, understanding, a silent reassurance that you are not alone.

Ororo Munroe stands near the window, the sunlight casting a glow around her. She watches you, not with pity, but quiet strength, silently promising that you are safe here. Logan leans against the back wall, arms folded, his face unreadable. He acts distant, but his sharp gaze shows he cares more than he lets on.

Hank McCoy observes you thoughtfully, adjusting his glasses. Bobby Drake and Katherine Pryde exchange whispers but quickly fall silent. Kurt Wagner tilts his head, offering a small, friendly nod. Piotr Rasputin stands tall, watching you with quiet respect. Remy LeBeau flicks a playing card between his fingers but remains unusually silent.

Rogue, Lorna Dane, and Rachel Summers watch with curiosity, while the rest of the class remains still, waiting. Some faces are welcoming, others cautious, but none are unkind.

Charles, ever patient, gives you time, knowing you won’t speak. His voice is steady as he continues.

"This is your new classmate, and I expect you all to welcome your new classmate with kindness."

The room stays silent, but in that quiet, there’s an unspoken understanding. You may not speak—but here, you are not alone.