Henrietta laughed at the way Alexander put it as, ‘not the biggest losers on the planet’. Something about it sounded as if they were losers, but it was okay since some people were even bigger losers. It also sounded like he had low self esteem when he had phrased it in such a way. She smirked at him and shook her head. “You might want to work on the way you phrase things. That sounded a little depressing.” By the smirk on her face, one could tell she was joking. Part of it had truth though. People always said that if you talk about yourself in a positive way, more people were likely to do the same.


The boy sighed a little. Henri wondered if he was reminiscing or something. The brunette knew how that was. It happened to her sometimes too. For her, it was her mother and her old friends from Springfield. She was relieved when he said that they weren’t usually afraid unless he did something odd. She guessed that it would be hard to pretend it wasn’t there if he went around using his mutation. It wasn’t fair though. Why should they have to hide their mutations anyway? It was just ridiculous.


Alexander seemed to have the same opinion on why people didn’t like mutations. It was really the only logical answer. What other reason could there be to fear mutants unless you had a bad encounter with them at some point? Henrietta could understand being afraid of mutants if something very traumatic had happened to a person. She guessed that’s why it seemed like some mutants hated regular people too. It was probably the same idea, just reversed. But being hurt by one person in a certain group didn’t mean you necessarily had the right to hate everyone in said group.


Henri blinked when the young man said she may look odd with short hair. She was almost a little offended, but ended up being flattered when he said she looked cute. She blushed slightly and looked in a different direction. “Um, thanks. “ Without thinking, the girl reached up and grabbed a few strands of her hair and twirled it absently. Some of it on the other side floated up and danced around slightly. It seemed like her hair knew it looked good, which was just weird.’


She laughed when he said that at least his mom didn’t have a facebook. “Yeah, that’s very true. It could always be worse, huh?” Henri still couldn’t picture her mom not working. It just seemed impossible and not right. Her mother was born a workaholic and would probably die working somewhere at a desk or serving someone their food. The girl rolled her eyes. Her mom hadn’t even liked taking vacations because all she could think about was what work she should’ve been doing.

How did the way he phrase things sound depressing? Thinking about it, he couldn't understand how depressing he could be at times, not that he thought that things he said also sounded depressing. "Well, it's all in the eyes or more fittingly ears of the beholder, I don't see it as sounding a little depressing, but that's differences for you." He smiled, though he couldn't completely see the logic in half of the things he said, did or thought. Sometimes it felt like he was just riding the currents, where he did nothing but float through scenes of his life. Then he realized that the smirk on Henrietta's face meant that she was joking. "But you were joking, and I feel a bit more idiotic than usual." If he normally showed signs of blushing, this would definitely be a blush worthy moment. "Normally, I tell you I am quite good at reading faces." he added.


Life wasn't always easy, growing up was definitely not easy, finding the right clique was not easy, or to find who out who you really are. Being a mutant, in a society that does not normally contain mutants only made it a lot harder to fit in. He was glad however to be in a place with other mutants. Others like him knew exactly what it was like being different. "It doesn't matter by the way, I don't mind not mentioning my mutation with my parents, it does make me feel a little more normal, or well as normal as one appear to be."


With the talk of hair, Alexander felt a lot more secure, but he didn't really know if Henrietta found it weird, or lame, or just liked flatter. When she started twirling her hair, he knew that she probably did like her hair a lot, and her hair obviously liked her too. "I can manipulate the weather" he suddenly decided to blurted out, from nothing better to say, after all she had been kind enough to tell her little mutant secret, and it would be wrong to not say anything himself. Still the way he just randomly put it out could be mistaken for being awfully proud of just that, and wanting Henrietta to think he was cool. "I didn't mean to just say it like that, totally lame" He added. "Just thought that I'd say something, since you told me what you could do."

It was nice to her her laugh, last time he talked to some of the mansion residence, he didn't get a laugh out of them, so it made him happier that he had met someone that wasn't all too serious. Then again the last time he spoke to someone was during the middle of the night, with food involved."You're right, it could always be worse." he replied to her, realizing that he really thought this girl was someone he could be friends with in the long haul, as long as she didn't turned out to be some evil soul sucker, with hair that strangled you to death.

Alexander didn't seem to think what he had said was depressing. It took him a moment to understand that the girl was joking. He looked a little embarrassed and then said he felt idiotic. Henrietta shook her head. "I don't think it was idiotic. Don't worry about it. I feel dumb sometimes too." That was most definitely true. She did feel quite stupid at times and she was pretty sure that some of the things she said sounded odd or just flat-out lame. "I'm pretty sure embarrassing ourselves comes with the teenage territory, or at least it seems that way an awful lot of the time." She smiled at him and shrugged. "Besides, I've heard plenty of grown adults say really stupid stuff too, so I don't feel so bad. I think we all have those days where everything we say sounds like garble."

All of a sudden, the young man blurted out his mutation. He said he could manipulate the weather and Henri turned to look at him. "That's awesome! I bet that could be very useful, not to mention weather usually takes up a bigger portion of area. Your mutation could help lots of people." Alexander said that the way he said his power was lame. The girl shook her head again, but this time laughed a little too. "Hey, there's nothing to worry about, okay? I get why you said it. I also think it's a very cool mutation. That explains why your eyes are blue too. And about your eyes, I think the color is very nice." She laughed, but I might be biased. The brunette blinked her light blue eyes and chuckled slightly.

"Keeping that kind of outlook can be helpful sometimes. I suppose the saying, 'it could be worse, it could be raining', doesn't really apply to you though. She smirked at her own little joke she had come up with. Ahh, I'm too witty sometimes. The thought in her mind had had a bit of a sarcastic tone to it and that's how she would've said it aloud. Stretching, the girl stood up and glanced down at Alexander. "I think I should be going. I have some stuff I need to do, but we'll definitely have to get together and hang out again sometime. Sound cool?" Henrietta smiled. "We'll know where to find each other, at least." She gestured to the Mansion with her thumb and waved to him. "I'll talk to you later, okay Alexander?" The girl jogged, trying to get to her room on time so she could get some things done in time for bed.

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Everyone had their weak points, only that he had many of them. Though he could at times sounds very brainy, snotty, stuck up, and brain dead, it didn't always occur to him to work on adjusting his attitude a bit. Not that he found his attitude to be a big problem, most of the time he was a pretty nice guy, seeing past his little issue of criticizing things a bit too much. "Well, I'm not going to be a teenager for much longer, so I better embarrass myself a lot the time I have left, before embarrassing yourself only becomes a sad sad situation." He smiled, he knew all about how things worked, once you aged you changed, or at least it was expected of you to grow up. Then again like Henrietta mentioned, adults said a lot of weird things, which in the end he would most likely too. Then again a lot of mutants died young.

It wasn't as awesome once you understood the powers as he did, he could manipulate the weather, channelling it offensive was something he needed a lot of working on. Not only that, what did Henrietta mean by his powers being able to help a lot of people? That's not the way he saw it at all, more like annoying them instead. Sudden shifts in weather over a not so big area, not always such a nice things. "It's not always nice when you accidentally make it rain because you feeling really down, or a thunderstorm appears out of nowhere because you're madly angered, but when I'm normal or happy, nothing really happens, so I guess only really strong emotional outbursts is the key, but I can't always keep myself bottled up either." He took a deep breath, this was the first time since he first got to the school he had told anyone what he did.

"It is a time issue as a lot of things are, some things are not as easy to control, so if you see any sudden shifts of the weather above the mansion, you know what would cause it at least." Smiling, he decided it wasn't worth the trouble of worrying about it some time ago, but in the back of his mind, there was always a little bit of him that was afraid something tragic could happen if his powers developed. "Thank you" he said to her, thanking her for talking to him, making him feel better, and even complimenting him a little, something that always made him feel a little better, though he had never been good at taking compliments as he was afraid it would make him appear a lot more self absorbed. "At least I can always tell what the weather is going to be" He jokingly added.


It could always be worse when it was raining, using his powers for longer periods of time, to stop the rain around him would be too harsh for his mind and body. "It does, I like rain, and I can't go around changing the weather as I please, as it could end up as a disaster." Not that he had ever tried, but why take such a risk, tempering with how the natural way of things go, dangerous, it wasn't only his head on the plate if he did something wrong.

Out of the blue Henrietta announced that she had some other stuff to do, which could be code for, 'you bore me to a young death and I want to leave before that happens.' Not that he had much problem with that. He looked up at Henrietta, "Well sure, I'll see you around some other time, sounds, ehm cool yeah." He saw the back of her jogging her way back to the mansion. Though their relationship would probably go down to a rare shared 'hello' when their paths cross when roaming around the mansion. Sighing he took his bag up from the ground, digging out his notebook and a pen, going back to what he was supposed to do.


((Yeah sure, we'll end it with this, kinda implied by your post anyway so ))