frosty-bitch:

She made a face at the mention of their children. “No I suppose…having a baby around here would not leave a good impression on some peoples eyes” She would kill to see that though. “I suppose the sex ed class will be mandatory then?” She wondered how much some of these kids knew, and didn’t…well. Time would tell.

After a moment she hummed. “So Professor Magnus correct?” She eyed him with her icy blue eyes. “Care to tell me what your mutation allows you to do?”  

Magnus regarded her with his own metallic blue stare before motioning to one of the chairs in front of her desk, inviting the woman to sit if she so desired. “A number of things, Ms. Frost, and yes, it will be mandatory.” On that note, he started toward the bar in the corner of the room, before he got there though, the doors opened and he began to pour himself a drink, “May I interest you in a drink?” He offered, holding up a pair of scotch glasses.

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frosty-bitch:

Sex education. Her grin became wicked. She would have to much fun with that one. “I’d love to. It sounds like a fair deal to me…I’ll have full control of these classes as long as I meet…those standards right?” She asked carefully, hoping she could do with the lessons as she pleased. 

“I do believe I may also take up that offer on rooming. I quite….like…the kids here” She had that evil air about her, not dark enough to imply she was planning bad things, but enough that she certainly did not like the kids here, and tormenting them had become her favorite past time.

“What’s with the need for Sex Ed though? Not all high schools offer that” She raised a perfect blonde brow, most definitely curious to the need for a class such as that around here.

Magnus gave a slight shrug, “Not all high schools offer courses like ‘ability control’ and ‘endurance training’, but we are not like all high schools, are we?” He cocked a brow back at her before shaking his head.

“Anyways, if you must know, being a highschool, children are… of ‘that’ age and quite frankly the last thing we need is a school of mutant teenager and their children.”

It was quite obvious that people and much less children were on his list of ‘things I do not want to come into contact with often’. Despite that he did seem to have a certain je ne sais quoi in his actions and speech. He wasn’t even speaking of anything particularly lifting or motivating but it seemed… deep, captivating and charismatic none the less.

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cyke-out:

Scott noticed the glare and offered an apologetic glance, “I figure we have some things that are…minor?” He shrugged a little. He was quickly becoming uncomfortable as well, “I… um… I’ll be right out here,” and after receiving a nod from Magnus that this was acceptable he slipped out.

Nope, fuck that.

Magnus’ brow cocked a bit more before he slicked his hair back, “Well, Ms.Frost,” it really… was odd. He hadn’t even done anything particularly… mean or controlling yet, but still he just… had an incredibly oppressive feel. “We do have a few positions open, to be perfectly honest the two classes we do decidedly need teachers for are Ethics and, well, Sexual Education.”

He felt this was… of growing importance in these children’s lives, especially with the pregnancy news spreading around the campus like wild fire. “It would be a part time position, the two classes would occur three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday and nothing else will be required from you. In compensation, we offer room, board and pay, of course.”

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cyke-out:

Scott nodded a bit. Oh, he was sure Jean would be thrilled to hear that, but… oh well. “Well, Professor Magnus is right through here and he’ll have the forms and stuff… uh.. there’s a test you’ll have to take, but I aced it right out of highschool so I’m sure you’ll have no problem with it,” honestly there was very little doubt in his mind that she was smarter than him, he knew he wasn’t academically the brightest bulb in the box, but that never seemed to matter to the Professor.

“Anyways, uh, this is the Professor’s office,” he explained before knocking on the heavy hardwood door. This was… going to be awkward. He still hadn’t spoken to Magnus since his arrival at the institute…

Magnus looked up from his book. Again. He rolled his eyes rather exasperatedly and stood. He glanced around the office and brushed off the desk for a second, then adjusted his suit coat and his silvery tie that perfectly matched his hair. Costume aside, he’d always been a man of style and fashion.

He held up his hand and the door knob turned, then the door opened. “Hn…S-…Mr. Summers, how can I help you?” He questioned before noticing the woman next to him, that was decided not the usual woman next to him.

“And a guest,” he didn’t smile, he didn’t nod, he pretty much withheld all and any formalities. “… You must be interested in a teaching position.” The man exuded nothing but near-egotistical confidence in himself, complete control and domination practically poured from him.

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