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"Do those all make sense to you?"
The witch smirked and shook her head. "No. But once you get used to it, it becomes just another... several other ways of sensing one's enviroment. You know, people don't pay attention to all their senses all the time. I think my brain just has... more things to filter out." she shrugged "I manage."
She looked up at Slate. Did he really see what she saw? How would that feel like? Not noticing that someone was listening in to her thoughts made perfect sense - what use would telepathy have otherwise? - but it also made her wonder.
"What do you use your abilities for?" she asked, starting to move again, for standing in one place defeated the purpose of skating. She held her arms out a bit for balance, but at least she didn't feel like she was going to fall at every move.

Susan was thoroughly confused. When she said it out loud, the situation sounded simple enough, and entirely innocent, but judging from the expressions and stray half-sentences she managed to catch from other sutdents' conversations, together with her years spent with three roommates who qualified as 'girly'...
Apparently, mutant relationship stuff was just as complicated as human relationship stuff. And it required the same skills. Which she still lacked, more or less.
Susan needed advice. Or at least a clear, useful definition.
And she knew who she had to call to get one.
She waited for Noel to pick up her phone. There was a good chance she wouldn't, or that she would take her time checking her notes to remember who she way. Susan waited patiently. Once she heard the click on the other end of the line, she spoke.
"Um, Noel. Hi... this is Susan. Susan Hyde." pause "... ummm, do you remember me?"

Susan was alone.
The red-headed girl shifted her body - at least part of it - and trashed the door, despite the fact that Susan didn't think it was a good idea. Whoever was keeping them inside didn't allow only one exit by accident. Her theory proved to be right when they disappeared, one after another. She couldn't quite make out where they went, but they didn't do it by themselves. And now Susan was alone in the room.
She didn't mind being alone.
It was much, much better than what came after.

The room filled up with people. They came in through the doors - doors? when did the other three appear? - turning over the desk, trashing the bookshelves, breaking furniture and tearing up papers. They wore ragged clothes, and they looked angry.
Susan stood, slowly turning around.
It is all in my head. It is not real. They are using their telepathic abilties to frighten me. It is not real.
Somebody grabbed a handful of her hair, and her head was yanked back; Susan cried out in pain, and suddenly the crowd was yelling at her, one word in all possible languages. She didn't neet to understand all of them to know they meant the same.
Witch.
And then they were pushing, dragging, carrying her out one of the doors; there were hands grabbing her arms, her hair, there were bodies moving as one entity as people kept roaring, and spitting, and demanding some kind of twisted, Medieval justice.
Susan looked down on herself. Her clother were torn. They weren't even her clothes. They were grey and white, and loose, and dirty. She was not wearing shoes.
She looked up, eyes turning black. Some people backed away, crossing themselves. Others didn't.
"Let. Me. Go." she demanded, finally standing on her own feet. Fingers were still digging into her shoulders. "I said, LET ME GO!"
Her own words were dark grey, like smoke; not sharp enough to do any damage to the mood of the mob. She could see angry yellow and crimson murmurs, smears of swearwords and righteous curses, all of them tossed her way. How many people were there? Dozens? A hundred? Susan looked around. The place looked like the square of some Medieval village. With a pile of firewood.
"Oh sh*t."
It is in my head. It is in my head. It is...
Someone slapped her across the face, and it stung painfully real. Her eyes cleared up from shock. The crowd roared, and started dragging her towards the stake. It was slower this time. She was struggling.
Some people rolled out a cart under the arch of a gate; the cart had a cage on it, and there were people inside. Susan couldn't see them clearly.
Susan wondered if fire had a taste. She didn't feel like finding out anytime soon.

The witch returned about half an hour later, carrying a pile of books high enough to rest her chin on. It was all books in the Mansion library's possession that had anything to do with frogs, toads, amphibians, or wildlife on the East coast in general.
Plus a Grimm's Fairy Tales, just in case.

"I'm back." she announced, nudging the door open with her foot "I can't say the library is prepared for research on people turned into amphibians, but I brought what I could find."

She set the pile of books down on the table, making sure there was no toad under it, and that it was steady, before she let go with both hands.

"So. First thing to do is determine your species..."

CROAK.
Slate was cleary trying to tell her something.
"We need to find a better method of communication" Susan told the toad "I am having problems decyphering your... sounds."
She observed the movement of the limbs. They seemed fairly involuntary. As it could be expected from a toad who has been a toad for less then an hour.
"Maybe I should ask you yes or no questions" Susan mused, then sighed "Think about it. I am going to the library to find a book on amphibians. I'll be right back."
She looked back from the door before she closed it "Slate. Don't go anywhere. This mansion has cats."

"I don't think me kissing you would work." the witch mused as she carried the toad back to the school across the Mansion grounds "Since I am the one responsible for the transformation. But I might be able to find someone else. We lack royalty in this institution, but I am not sure if the bloodline is an absolute requirement."
She adjusted her grip on the toad, careful not to squeeze him too much.
"Sorry for the inconvenience." she added somewhat awkwardly as she walked up the stairs to her room. Opening the door, she dropped the books on the bed and the backpack on the floor, before she placed the toad onto the desk, pushing some papers and notebooks aside.
Susan's room was the kind that looks neat and clean, but only because there is not enough stuff in it to make a mess. She had books, lots of them; clothes were stored somewhere out of the way. Apart from that, there was not much to see, since she had just recently moved in.
"Umm. Welcome to my room, I guess."
Sitting down, she rested her elbows on the desk, staring at the toad.
"You know, when we said we'd practice people skills together, this is not exactly what I had in mind..." she sighed "I guess I'll have to find out what kind of toad you are exactly, and... umm, go from there."