Leila
Leila plastered an innocent expression on her face as she walked into Xavier's. She nodded slightly, suitably impressed.
"Not bad..." she muttered under her breath.
"Can I help you?"
Leila turned around and smiled charmingly at the woman who was standing there. White hair. Interesting.
"Um... yes, see..." Leila turned up the 'I'm so innocent and helpless and oh so lost' act. "I... my parents were thinking of sending me here, to learn control, and they sent me here to... kinda look the place over."
Storm nodded. "Well... I could give you a tour, if you'd like."
"Oh, thank you so very much," Leila said, a sweet smile on her face.
"It's not a problem. I'm Ororo Munroe... or Storm."
"Leila."
Storm led Leila around the school, showing her the caf, where the bedrooms were, the classrooms, and the rec room.
Leila took in all the troubled teens she saw.
This might be the ideal place to live.
The tour ended, and Leila left, thinking to herself that she'd definitely have to come to Xavier's.
It would be so much fun.