Xaviers!

"Stability..." Colette mused softly, considering what that meant. "I zink... I zink I could provide zis."

"I appreciate ze offer, but Basil is pretty good at letting me know when I have offended him in some way. He becomes very quiet and stiff. I zink he sometimes forgets zat I can see him."

"Well, not all mutants. But it would be untruzful of me to say zat zere was not at least a small number on ze campus who could somezing of ze sort."

Colette considered Harold's comment. "Well, if his behavior mirrors zose around him, perhaps zat is ze reason he is so vulgar to you?"

Like most times Colette insulted someone she hadn't intended it, so she was left confused as to Howard's sudden merriment and the driver's more surely attitude. The English were very perplexing.

It wasn't much longer before the trio arrived at the Novotel London Greenwich Hotel. It wasn't nearly as fancy as the place she'd been taken for Christmas and was clearly designed for business travelers and the sort who don't intend to spend a lot of time in their room, but it was incredibly clean and modern.

Howard had already scouted ahead and got the room set up and paid for.

As she was waiting with Harold (who remained quiet for the short rest of the ride), Colette would receive a text from Basil:

"Where are you?"

Colette was actually very thankful that the hotel wasn't as fancy as the one they'd stayed at for Christmas - she was still getting used to having money spent on her. As it was the hotel still offered more than she needed, but wasn't so excessive that she would argue about it. Maybe it's unassuming exterior helped her, since it looked like a hospital at first glance. With Howard and Harold looking after her she felt like some sort of visiting dignitary with her own security force - something at least one other student knew the feeling of.

Her purse vibrated, the woman retrieving her phone and checking her messages.

just checking in @ hotel

The message was geomarked to her location.

Colette looked a little confused as she took the room key, luggage in tow. That was a common expression for her. "You are not returning to be wiz Basil tonight? Why so?"

She took the time to send back a quick reply.

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ur not going to send flowers or something r u

"Oh, alright, very well zen. If Basil told you... wait. If you do not work for Basil, or his grandparents, who do you work for? His mozer? I do not zink I even saw her once tonight."

as sweet as that would b, no thx plz
trying to take them back 2 school on the train would b a hustle
hassle

Colette stepped inside and stood between the two men, contrasting them so terribly.

"Oh. I have never met Monsieur Benson. What is it zat he does? A banker of some sort, yes? Is he... have I had opportunity to meet him?"

"His family included?"

"How very sad."

Colette said as she stepped out of the elevator, taking enough time to see which direction she should turn before heading down the hallway and finding her room.

"Sleep well, gentlemen. And zank you."

"Goodnight Ms.Rosenhof. Pleasant dreams." The pair disappeared into the room next to hers.

When Colette got into her own room, she'd realize the two rooms were adjoining, but neither man had opened their adjoining door, nor made any move to disturb her.

In fact, nothing would until thirty or so minutes later, when her cell phone chime would go off again.

Vampires must be invited in dear. Even we reverse ones.

Colette had removed her clothes from her hard-shell suitcase and laid out a plastic garbage bag inside of it. While she was now quite confident in her ability to not "wet the bed" she didn't want to take any chances. It was while getting ready for bed that she got the text, glancing at her phone before she went to the door to the room and looked out the peephole and into the hotel hallway.

Like the creepy stalker everyone thought him to be Basil was, in fact, in the hallway waiting for her to open the door.

At least he wasn't staring into the peephole. Instead, he seemed to be preening himself. Had he ran here? He had a plastic Boots bag in his hand, so he must have stopped off there before he made it here.

Colette opened the door almost immediately, keeping her voice down so as not to disturb the other guests as she beckoned Basil in, offering him a tight hug.

"Basil! What are you doing here? Your family will worry."

Basil allowed himself to be pulled into the room, all too willing to have attention lavished on him.

"I'm sure they will..." Basil replied, leaning in to whisper againat her lips as he patiently awaited what commonly followed.

"I've come to sin."

Colette was silent at first before her body shook with repressed laughter, resting her forehead against Basil. It was all so wonderfully romantic and silly and, well, wonderful. She lifted her head again to look into his eyes, her lips so close to his again.

"Well, in for a penny, in for a pound." That was the second time she'd said that in the same evening, followed immediately by a kiss and pushing her boyfriend toward the single bed. She didn't even let him take his shoes off.