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"For you? Probably anything I say." Susan smirked at Noel; she was not really mocking her, it was more like a Susan-kind of an attempt at friendly teasing.
"But, since we last met..." she sipped her drink, trying to remember "... well, I'm attending Xavier's Sister School, although there's not much studying going on there, from what I see... Also, I spent some really unpleasant hours in a haunted house, held hostage by a pair of psycopaths with telepathic skills who almost burnt me as a witch." she shuddered at the memory and wondered what the heck happened that made her agree to a meeting with a man who had the same skills...
"... what else? Oh. I'm learning to skate. It's, um. Fun."
She looked at Noel, satisfied with her conversational skills.
Almost satisfied.
"... and what about you?"

Susan shuddered. "Not all the time" she answered "Some telepaths can be really annoying."
Like, murder-you-in-your-nightmare annyoing.
"... but it is one of the most fascinating mutant skills, yes."
"Did you... need anything else?"
The witch thought about it for a moment before she shook her head.
"No, thank you. The definition was very clear."
People skills. Empathy. Social interaction.
"Um... do you want me to leave now?"

“A mutant in denial who will forever be alone because of her harshness towards others.”
Susan scoffed. Was that really the best they could do? Threating her that she would live alone? As if that would matter, for a witch. The others seemed shocked or hurt by what they were told, although not as much as befor. You can get used to everything. Even nighmares.
Sleep.
The command tasted like medicie.
Waking up in a hospital was worse than the witch hunt. There were smells, and noises, and colors, and tastes that were all spinning around her head and making a mess of everything she sensed. Susan tried to blink the confusion away, and shook her head. The wolf girl, Emerald, was being tortured. Susan tried to stand, her senses still switching randomly. There was more noise, as the guy from their team attacked a nurse and some doctors. In the moment of confusion, the witch took a deep breath of the medinice-colored air, and cleared her head. With that done, she hurried over to the operating table to help Emerald the best she could.

"Reversion to a former template of your body, stored within your memory, through instigation of a psychic trigger, I think."
Susan nodded. That was something she could understand. It also made a lot of sense, linking one ability to the other. The witch liked that. She tended to get annoyed with abilities that were possessed by the same person and didn't link up neatly like that. Like, for example, Noel's didn't.
"Psychic healing" she grinned "Very unique."
Slate pointed out she had blood on her face, and looking down she observed that she still had blood on her hand too. It was getting dry, so she would need water to clean it off.
"Right." she agreed, following his look towards the gate. Mansion students were gathering there, glancing around. "I should probably go anyway." she turned back to Slate, wiping her face with her hand again in order for her goodbye-.grin to look less like that of a well-fed vampire. "I'll meet you on Friday, then."

"Susan, I'm gonna say you owe me for this."
"Of course." Susan nodded, aknowledging her debt, and held her breath, waiting for the kiss to happen. She was tury, deeply curious about what woud happen - if anything happens at all.
Then, suddenly, a lot of things happened at once.
Number one: Slate turned back into human. That was noted by the witch with a proud grin, the charm did work after all. A split moment later eyes were covered with a yelp, as the fact sunk in that Slate was, well, not really dressed at all. Susan blushed deep red as she pressed her palms over her eyes. Unfortunately, that is of little use to a person who can see with all of her senses. The blush got worse.
Number two: someone (a girl?) yelled 'Calley', and the next time Susan dared to look up Slate (Calley?!) was getting punched in the face by a very pissed off girl who smelled familiar. Susan's mind struggled with finding out who she was as well as why she called Slate Calley, among other foggy details like why he was getting punched. Did she know him? Was it about the kiss? Susan blinked in various colors. Very foggy.
Number three: Said girl was getting attacked by someone who just joined the scene; he didn't look familiar, but he was obviously intent on protecting Slate. Susan backed out of the way in such a hurry that she ended up sitting down onto the couch. One hand was still pressed against her face, but she was watching between her fingers.
"How do you always end up naked?"
Blink blink blink.
Always?!...

"Umm... Slate?"

"A date is when two people agree ahead of time to spend a minimum of one hour together to see if their hormones start oozing out. If neither participant of the maybe-date feels amiable toward the other in a romantic way, it is likely a meeting of friends."
Susan sighed and relaxed. Noel gave a very good, clear explanation, one she could work with. Now she was assured she was not going on a date, since there had been no talk of hormones whatsoever. What a relief.
She also observed that Noel was not thrilled about the concept of 'romantic' relationships. She could taste it. Or maybe it was just coffee.
"Is there going to be a meal? A form of entertainment before or after? Do you feel teh urge to dress up?"
"Meal, yes. Entertainment, I am not sure. Depends on waht qualaifies as entertainment. And no" she shuddered "I do not feel the urge to dress up."
She never did.
"We agreed to practice our social skills together."