Summary: A little Northstar and Iceman for timemonkey. Sorry, not nearly as shippy as I’m sure you would have liked.
Jean-Paul sauntered across the campus beside Bobby, somehow managing to look down his nose at everything despite his claims that this was a friendly visit, to see how Logan was doing. Funny how Jean-Paul hadn’t actually managed to see Logan yet. “Making you nostalgic?” Bobby asked with a grin.
“Not in the least,” Jean-Paul sniffed. “This school, concentrating so many of us in one place, remains a horrible idea, and I’m not surprised at all that that Logan is the one who decided to go through with it. In fact, the only thing that surprises me is that it happened because of a tiff with Scott. And that you have gone along with it.”
Bobby kicked at a little pile of leaves that had swirled together against a slight rise in the ground. “Any excuse to warp impressionable young minds.”
“I heard that there was an attack the first day,” Jean-Paul said, noting the clear signs of recent re-landscaping, like the lawn had been torn up and re-sodded.
“Chamber won the betting pool,” was all Bobby would say on the subject. “How’s Canada?”
“Interesting,” was all Jean-Paul would say on the subject.