Ella Xavier softly sang along to the Christmas music that played from the record player. The haunting melody of Santa Baby by Eartha Kit soothed the sixteen year old female, she gently waved her hand over the large evergreen that made up the Christmas Tree in the large sitting room, that most of the students used as a lounge or study room.
The tree seemed to grow a little taller, and looked a touch more blue-green, various students watched as the young mutant decorated the lounge with real foliage. She created pine wreathes complete with pine-cones, holly berries, and poinsettias. With expert moving fingers the teen mutant changed the typical peony and rose flower filled vases into poinsettias in a variety of colors between white and red.
The newest resident to Xavier's School for the Gifted watched the petite auburn haired female with confusion. Everyone else just rolled their eyes and walked away to steer clear of her decorations, a few students offered to help and Ella had them go start on different parts of the mansion turned boarding school.
"I see you're at it again," the voice of Rose Xavier commented as she stood in the doorway.
Ella looked at her mom and smiled, before she hopped off the table she had been standing on. "There's only ten days left until Christmas. Dad said I had to wait until school was officially finished for break, before I could start decorating," she said as she stood beside her mother.
Scott Summers could easily see the resemblance between the mother and daughter, in front of him. He knew that Professor Xavier and Mrs. Xavier, had five children, with Ella being the oldest. Katherine and James were only a few years younger than Ella, both ten years old. Then there was Charlotte and Edric, who were six years old and some of the most liveliest children Scott had ever met.
Rose nodded at her daughter's words, "Well, I just wanted to let you know that dinner is almost ready. You can easily finish after you've eaten."
Scott grinned at the unspoken order in Mrs. X's words, he could hear the threat in her voice.
"But mom," Ella started to say.
"Come on, Ella, you're not going to win. Besides, a break isn't going to kill you," Scott said, as he stood up from the table where he had been threading popcorn on a string.
Ella sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine," she grumbled as her shoulders sagged in defeat.
-fin
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