Molly/Megan: In Snow Time (Backdated a wee bit)

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Megan runs into Molly outside while the younger girl is playing in the snow. She helps to jump start future teenage rebellion for Molly by offering to help her dye her hair.



Pixie stomped through the snow, enjoying the particular crunchy squeak of the snow compacting underneath her boots. She had to give up wearing her custom-painted chucks for a while, due to the cold and wet, and was wearing bright purple rain boots. Mid-way to her make-up class, she spotted a bright pink hat and a new face below it. It could only be...

“Molly? I’m Megan, hi,” she greeted the younger student.

Since Molly hadn’t really had a lot of snow-related clothing, Mr. Professor X bought her some new coats (AND let her pick out the ones she liked). So she bought a light pink one, because pink was awesome. And pink.

The last time she got to see snow was when she was ten and her family went to Colorado to see mountains and ski. Mom and dad skied and she tried to ski but it didn’t work out very well so she just had some hot chocolate.

Now that she had snow at the American Hogwarts School of Mutant People, she wanted to play with it. So she hopped up and down in the snow, picking up handfuls to feel it in her fingers. She had gloves on but it wasn’t really too cold.

Her head turned at the sound of her name and her eyes widened.

“You really ARE a pixie?” she said, blinking.

That was TWO fairies that she knew. Her friends at school would be SO jealous. Maybe they’d let her take a picture so she could send it to them!

“Oh! Ah, kind of?” Pixie replied after a moment of surprise. Her dragonfly-like wings buzzed into motion, throwing off little bits of reflected light, and she hovered in the air for a minute before settling back down on the ground. “Nico and I once convinced some kids at the mall that fairies were real. With a little help from our powers,” she added with a grin. “Have you met Nico yet?”

Pixie stuffed her hands into the pockets of her puffy vest. A few small flakes of snow were drifting down, the snow equivalent of a light morning mist.

Molly appeared transfixed, and truly was. Her eyes stayed wide with wonder. Living at the school was like being in a movie.

She shook her head at the Pixie’s question. “Who’s Nico?” she said. The name sounded familiar. Julian maybe said it, possibly.

Tilting her head, Molly crept in a little closer, glancing around.

“Are you sure you’re not really a fairy? You can tell me!” she whispered.

“Oh I’ll have to take you to meet Nico sometime. She’s pretty talented with clothing design and I bet she could help you make a hat if we find a pattern,” said Pixie, a little embarrassed, trying to turn the topic off herself a little. There really was no avoiding it, though.

“I don’t have magic or anything. I’m just got mutant genes, that’s all. But, if you think about it, a lot of legends about magic and supernatural beings could be explained as mutants. Back in the day, people didn’t know about mutants or genetics or anything like that. Pixies are way cooler than fairies, anyway,” she added, grinning to show she wasn’t taking this overly seriously. “Tinkerbell was a pixie, right?”

Pixie loved to talk about mythology, and her face lit up with enjoyment.

Molly shrugged. “I dunno, maybe?” she said with an encouraging grin, seeming to sense Megan’s uncomfortableness. She backed up a tiny bit, but still tried to look behind her.

“I really like your wings, though. They glitter. And your hair! Is it real? I wanted to dye my hair pink once but my mom really didn’t like that idea. I dunno why,” she said.

“Julian talked about Nico too...he said me and her and him and the gian--Dori, I think, were all from Beverly Hills. Isn’t that freaky? Cause we all live here now all the way across the country in New York!” she said. She stopped to ponder that a moment, then it immediately left her mind as she saw a giant pile of snow in front of them.

It was as if the sky opened and angels sang the hallelujah chorus. That and she really, really didn’t get to see a lot of snow. She’d maybe seen it about four times in her life.

Turning around, she spread out her arms and fell backwards, partially disappearing into the snowdrift. Furious arm and leg waving followed. Jumping up, she presented the snow angel like a master entertainer or sales person by beckoning to it with a serious but awesome face.

“Tada!” she said.

“Hey! Do you wanna do it too! There’s a good part of the snow hill on the other side!” she added quickly as she dusted the layer of snow off her back and hair. Then she paused, grimacing with concern.

“Oh...wait...would it hurt your wings?”

Pixie giggled as she watched Molly’s performance.

“It should be alright, if I don’t flop down on my wings too hard,” she said as hopped to the other side of the snow drift. She gently laid herself down in the snow, leaving behind the impression of her body and four wing shapes.

“I guess I don’t really need to do my arms to make wings. Wow, it’s cold.” Her wings didn’t really ever feel hot or cold, but they were getting a little numb. She bent her knees and swung back onto her feet without touching the ground, so the pattern wouldn’t get messed up.

“Yep, my hair’s real. I used to bleach it all the time when it started turning pink, but now I kinda like it. Purple is my favorite color though, so I think I’m going to get purple streaks put in.” She twisted a strand around a finger. It was starting to get long.

“I was pretty self-conscious about it at school, before I came here. I can’t imagine living in a place like Beverly Hills! I bet there’s a lot of pressure to look hot. Dori sure seems to have a complex about it sometimes. I mean, she’s definitely pretty, but she got teased a lot so she doesn’t think she is. So you never met Julian or Dori before you came to Xavier’s?”

Molly beamed, looking down at Megan’s snow-pixie (which was AWESOME by the way).

“Yeah, it’s a little cold...not as cold as when I went to Colorado, though,” she said. It was kind of weird but she didn’t think too much about it.

“Dude, that would be NEAT! Then you’d be like...a punk pixie! Can I come with? Do you think they would let me get some streaks done too? I want pink ones,” she said. Maybe even some like, fake ones that clip in.

Molly then shrugged. “I dunno, I had fun at my school. But I was in junior high. So I think that’s why I didn’t know Julian and Dori cause they weren’t in my grade maybe?

“And anyway...if any of the boys said anything I’d beat ‘em up,” she said, nodding sagely. She was kind of a tomboy, who happened to like to wear pink. Frilly things never interested her.

“I never hung out with the girls that much. That seems mean that they would do that to Dori. I mean...just cause ya got a tail doesn’t mean...y’know..it’d be bad,” she said. She looked down, frowning.

“I kinda got scared at Dori cause I thought she was a giant squirrel, though. I’m scared of squirrels,” she admitted quietly.

“Oh, I forget that not everyone lives in a small town like Abergylid, where everyone knows everyone.” She blushed. Beverly Hills must be a pretty big place. “So you’re not afraid of boys or being teased but you’re afraid of squirrels? Oh man, but they’re everywhere. Is it their eyes? Koala eyes really creep me out, but then I never have to see Koalas except in zoos.”

Pixie shuddered just thinking about those beady yellow eyes. “Hey, if we get some hair color we can probably do the streaks ourselves. I’m pretty good at dying hair.”

“Aberg...aber...guhhh...” Molly squinted, scrunching her nose in concentration.

“What’s it again? Where’s that at?”

Finished dusting herself off, Molly picked up some snow, rolling it into a ball, and looked for something to throw it at just to see it go sploosh.

“Welll...” she said quietly, putting her hand full of snow down.

“A squirrel bit me once. And I had to get stitches. There was blood everywhere,” she said, letting go of the snowball as she spread her hands out.

“But Julian says Monkey Joe won’t bite me but I think he hypnotizes people. I saw him in the kitchen before near the coffee. Squirrels shouldn’t drink coffee. But he does,” Molly said, eyes widening all freaked out like.

“Dude...I hope he isn’t hypnotizing Dori too. What if he is and she doesn’t know it!!!!!”

Cause she was a giant half human squirrel and he was all squirrel so he was like...evil.

She was quite convinced. Dori she seemed to feel better about but actual squirrels, no sir.

Glancing back up to her, it took Molly a few moments to remember there was the possibility of wicked cool stuff that had been thrown out there. So there was a delayed reaction of...

“You can really do my hair? Really? Seriously? Like...seriously?”

Letting out a squeal of excitement, she immediately tried to hug her.

Pixie almost fell backwards into the snow but was able to catch her footing after a couple of steps.

“Ahaha, it’s no big deal,” she said, giving the younger girl a light hug in the manner of someone who’s not used to sharing physical space with people. It used to be because she didn’t want people to feel the wings that were hidden under her baggy clothes. Now she was just used to having a space bubble.

“Monkey Joe drank coffee? Well, he’s a New York squirrel. They’ll eat just about anything. And if squirrels can hypnotize, Dori can probably hypnotize them right back. I mean, she does have squirrel powers. I don’t think we need to worry. I’m sorry you got bitten by one, though, that sounds awful.”

“I should probably get to my next class. I have to meet with my teacher to do some make-up work. Recently I kinda took off for London and I got a little behind.”

Molly blinked a little. While she didn’t get all sleepy she realized maybe she had been a littttle too jumpy in case she accidentally did.

“Sorry...Thank you though! I’ve always wanted them but I never got to but everyone else has cool hair and skin so maybe the Professor Xavier would let me too,” Molly said. It made sense to her.

She frowned. “Yeah, I was in the backyard and I saw a squirrel on the ground so I picked it up cause I thought it was dead so I was gonna bury it but it wasn’t. It was pretend sleeping. It got reallllly mad and bit realllly hard and ran away and my daddy took me to the ER and I had to get a babies shot and some stitches,” she said.

She curled up her nose. “Stitches suck. So you have to be careful of squirrels. They can be evil, sleeper agents.” She heard that used before on the TV.

Molly tilted her head. “So you’re like...from London? Like Harry Potter? Is that why you have an accent? It’s really neat!”

“Allo guv’nor...” she said, trying to mimic the accent.

“I’m from Wales, but it’s alright, people usually think England, they do...” She was starting to get overwhelmed by the younger girl’s exuberance, cute as she was.

“Well, I’ve got to pop in to class now. It was nice to meet you! I’ll message you when I get the dye, and then we can do our hair.”

Seeming to get the drift, Molly grew quiet before nodding a little. “Oh,” she said.

“Okay, bye!” she said, waving a bit before she went back to playing in the snow.