Morgan & Charles | BACKDATED! Monday early afternoon

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A few hours after her phone call with Eamon Morgan goes to the office of the man who helped her gain control of her powers when she showed up on the doorstep to thank him for his aid and give him warning she will be departing from the school soon.

Morgan stood up straight, any slouching completely absent from her posture. There was something very militaristic about the way she stood, though she usually took care to downplay that aspect while around the mansion. Now she stood tall and sure, with a quiet calm she'd not had in a few months. It was the calm of knowing what the plan was and knowing your part in it. The thing about taking orders for so long was that you didn't always feel comfortable when you got to a sort of free form existence. It would be nice to have that place where she fit again.

Raising a blue hand, the metamorph knocked on the door of the office of Charles Xavier. She owed the man as much warning as she could give him and she had a few words to say about his little pet security kid.

"Enter," came Charles' reply and he looked up from his desk as Morgan came in. "Please, take a seat, Ms. Lennox. You look like someone with something on their mind."

The woman nodded as she made her way to a chair opposite Charles' desk and sat down, the motion graceful but measured. "Aye, though you don't much require me to find out what it is." The beginnings of a smile teased at one corner of her mouth. "I've come to tell you that I've decided it's time for me to go. It won't be immediate but I cannot give you a precise date either. I know when I came I said I'd be here until my control was perfected, if such a thing could be accomplished, but I can no longer wait until that time."

"I prefer to hear it said," he replied, with an echoing hint of humour, but that died away as Morgan continued on. "I understand if you want to leave, of course, and your control is very nearly where you were wanting to be. And I have an inkling of why you feel you must leave... the incident on the journals?"

Morgan shifted slightly and cleared her throat. There was an obviously concerted effort to remain both calm and professional, an effort not seemingly present only a moment before. "While Mister Forge's utter disregard for both discretion and trust are worrying and frustrating that is not the reason, no. Though, having a head of security incapable of being worthy of the security clearance required to do his job is incredibly concerning for reasons that stretch beyond my own personal circumstance. If he cannot separate his personal feelings from his professional obligations perhaps he is not best suited to perform the position's requirements."

"We have discussed it," Charles replied calmly, folding his hands in front of him on the desk. "And I have taken steps to ensure that he is aware that another such incident will not be tolerated. I do offer my most sincere apologies - I made you a promise and that promise was not kept."

"No, it really wasn't. Though obviously not just by the moody security boy." She wasn't sure how Amanda had known anything about her being a mercenary, but Morgan had not yet asked the Brit about it. Maybe it was better for everyone if she didn't know. "Hopefully in the future your employees will manage to not break your word on your behalf. A man is only as good as his word, after all."

"If you are alluding to the Snow Valley staff, I'm afraid I don't have that kind of influence. You can rest assured knowledge of your, ah, profession did not come to them from me, or from my security officer in that regard." His eyebrow arched ever so slightly. "I believe they have many of their own resources. And again, I am taking steps to ensure that such an incident does not occur again. I did not create this place as a refuge for mutants for them to be made to feel vulnerable." Charles steepled his hands in front of him. "I do thank you for your efforts here. The self-defence class especially has benefited from your experience."

"I didn't think their knowledge had come from you, I just don't know where it did come from and I trust it was certainly not Nate who was their source." She shrugged and the gesture was graceful and carefree enough to indicate how very little she was stressing over it. She wasn't staying so what did it matter anyway? "Maybe I'll ask one of them, but maybe not." A hand waved dismissively in front of her. "Thanks for taking me in and helping me as much as you did. I just hope the kids got half as much from me. They're good kids, even the whiny, pacifist, rainbow one." She grinned a little. "What you're doing here, honestly, it's a good thing. I could have used it at their age. At least there's someone here making sure they don't need to live my life." He knew her history and how very pretty it wasn't, but he also knew she didn't have regrets about it. Morgan didn't want or need pity over her childhood, but she did genuinely appreciate that her experiences wouldn't have to be repeated by some kid who didn't have any other choice.

"It is what we hope, that no young mutant has to go through what many of their teachers have done. I am afraid it may be more difficult, following the events in New York, but we have weathered storms before." He met her eyes and smiled gently. "Good luck to you, Miss Lennox. I may not entirely agree with your choice of profession, but I do wish you good health. And should you need assistance again, you have friends here."

Morgan smiled and stood. She took a few small steps forward until she could extend her hand out to him. You shook the hand of someone you respected, you looked them in the eye and you made it clear that you appreciated the help you gave them. That was what Aleister had taught her. "Thank you, Professor Xavier, both for helping me when I needed it and not judging me based on my profession. Hopefully you'll never hear from me out of a need for help, but hopefully you will, indeed, hear from me again some day."

"I look forward to it." His handshake was firm and warm. "It has been a pleasure, Miss Lennox."

"For me as well," she told him with a nod. Her smile was warm as she released his hand and turned to exit. At the door she hesitated. "I hope you never have any need for my type of help or contacts, but if you find yourself in such a position there will be a few people who I'm leaving contact information with, namely Adrienne, Garrison and Nathan."

"I will certainly keep that in mind, and like yourself, hope there will not be a need to call on you in a professional sense. Thank you."

"Hope for the best..." she didn't finish the sentence aloud. After the door closed behind her she thought, and prepare for the worst.