Xaviers!

The door to the main foyer opened, and in walked an older man, grey hair and beard prominent. He set down his academic bag on a close bench, and took in the new surroundings.

“The Braddock estate seems bigger than I remember..”

"Bigger and more dangerous, one is sure.

Are you a teacher here?"

“Not at this campus, it seems. My name is Dr. Bowen.”

"Dr. Sackville. A pleasure.

I don't suppose your area of expertise is in...whatever this is, by any chance?"

“Well, whatever happened, I’m sure it’s beyond the expertise of any one expert. I might be able to contribute, if the cause is mutant related.”

"You might well be right.

I've got an electronic missive that indicates that the faculty is attempting to meet up somewhere, though through these twisted halls, it's been hard to find the right place entirely. Perhaps we will find it together."

Stan modded, picking up his bag.

“After you, Professor.”

"Of course," he said, pulling out a large sword from his scabbard. "Stay close, and we'll find someone."