The Muse that Soothes the Savage Beast
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Chapter Four
Chapter Four
With a full night’s sleep under his belt for the first time in over a month, Hank walks down the hall from his room with his mind fully awake and energy in his step, and he hasn’t even had his cup of morning coffee. Scott spots him in the hall and catches up to him, greeting Hank with a bit of apprehension, knowing that Hank’s morning demeanor is far from pleasant from too much work and too little sleep. “Good morning, Hank.”
Hank turns his head to his younger friend then smiles as he replies, “Ah, Mr. Summers, monring salutations to you also. I presume that you slept well last night?”
Perplexed by this pleasant disposition, Scott hurries to block Hank with his hands out to stop him. “Wait one second: no grumpy disposition, fur clean and combed back without Twinkie crumbs, no bloodshot eyes from staring into microscopes and computer screens. Alright, who are you, and what have you done with Hank McCoy?”
Hank chuckles and puts a hand on Scott’s shoulder, reassuring his friend, “I promise you that it is me, Scott. You are beholding a man who has had a substantive slumber. I had dismissed from my mind what it felt like to truly sleep, and now you have taken notice of this more affable morning-time Hank as the aftermath.”
“Well, I am impressed. With all those smarts you have, I thought you would have had the brains to figure out that sleep is a very good thing in order to process normally.”
“I postulate that even the most astute man can neglect personal care and upkeep when important obligations get in the way; I just wasn’t practicing what I was teaching to my own students about how basic a necessity sleep is for every properly functioning biological organism.”
“And food is necessary too, so let’s go get something from the kitchen before classes start. I just hope all of the PowerBars aren’t gone.” After continuing several more yards down the hallways, passing other professors and students as they separate into their classrooms, they detect a delectable aroma comes wafting past their noses as they get closer to the kitchen. “Mmm, it smells like someone went the extra mile for breakfast this morning and made something delicious for the rest of us.”
“It also smells like someone left a horrendous mess in the kitchen making the delicious breakfast food because one was in a hurry to get to class on time, and that one didn’t have time to clean up after him or herself.”
Upon reaching the kitchen, the two men behold two baskets of muffins, nearly empty, with the rest of the kitchen free of used mixing bowls, dirty spatulas and measuring cups, amd muffin tins, the only sound in the kitchen now is the gentle hum of the dishwasher. “It looks like your nose deceived you, Hank, because I don’t see a mess, but I sure see breakfast.” Scott quickly grabs a blueberry muffin and takes a large bite. With his mouth still full, he says, spraying crumbs as he speaks, “And it tastes like breakfast too: a damn better breakfast than a PowerBar.”
“Scott, there is no need for that crude language, and it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.” While Scott goes to pour himself a glass of milk to go with his muffin, Hank picks up a piece of paper that he found between the two basket of muffins and reads it:
To staff and students of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters:
I have prepared a couple of baskets of muffins for you to enjoy for breakfast: one is blueberry, and the other is peanut butter with strawberry jam. Please take just one muffin so there is enough for everyone. This is just a small token of my appreciation for what you are trying to accomplish here, as well as a way to break the ice with you. I hope that I get to know many of you in the future.
~ Kady })j({
Hank smiles as he places the paper back on the counter and takes a peanut butter and jam muffin for himself. Scott holds out a glass of milk for him as he takes a bite of his muffin. “It’s good, isn’t it, Hank?”
He closes his eyes as he chews, relishing the flavors that grace his tongue: the tender texture, the slight salty sweetness of the peanut butter, and the surprise filling of the jam in the middle of the muffin. “Oh, my stars and garters! I may have tasted a pastry that far surpasses my normal sweet indulgence,” he comments as he reaches for the glass of milk.
Scott just stares at him in disbelief again. “Now I’m really worried that you’re an imposter, because nothing is better than Twinkies for Henry McCoy.”
Hank just chuckles and smiles at his friend, but when he looks out the window, he sees a familiar face passing the kitchen. Wanting to talk with her, Hank glugs down the rest of his milk, wipes his mouth on his coat sleeve, takes a large bite out of the muffin, then calls out to Scott as he heads out of the kitchen, mouth full of muffin, “I shall see you in class later, Scott.”
Scott shakes his head and laughs as he calls back, “I thought it was rude to talk with your mouth full!”
Hank runs out into the hallway, weaving through the students and trying not to run into anyone, to catch up to Kady, walking with a notebook in her hand and a satchel slung over her shoulder. Once he is right behind her, he taps her on the left shoulder while he is coming up on her right side. “It seems like you are quite the culinary genius, aren’t you, Chef O’Halloran?”
Kady jumps a bit in surprise when Hank comes up to her without warning. Playfully hitting him with her notebook, she remarks, “Alright, ya liked my muffins, but ya didn’t have to scare me like that now.”
“Oh, but I did. Those muffins that you baked gave my favorite confection a run for their money, and because of that, you have a long-time colleague of mine second-guessing my identity. I assured him it was me, but I do not believe he is completely convinced that I am who I say I am.” She shares a laugh with him before he asks in a more serious tone, sounding more like a question than a statement, “I trust that your delicious delectables did not keep you from meeting with the Professor?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “Nope. I made the muffins before the meetin’ with Professor Xavier. Just a little somethin’ to at least say ‘thank ya’ for allowin’ me to spend the night if the Professor said I couldn’t stay. I just had a feelin’ he would say I could stay, so I trusted my intuition.”
“Ah, I see. So what arrangement did you and Charles construct about your residing here and attending classes?”
“Well, I get to attend classes and stay in a room as long as I work in the kitchen to help with meals and do a bit of custodial work at night before I go to sleep. And who knows? I may keep makin’ special things for breakfast if others here enjoy them as much as you do, and that would be no extra cost.”
She smiles, but Hank as a frown on his face when he asks, “Why have you been assigned to custodial duty? Surely there was some other task better suited for a young lady of your talents.”
“Well, somone has to do it, don’t they? Besides, custodial work here compared to custodial work at Kelleher’s is a cakewalk. And if you’re worried about my ‘talents’ goin’ to waste, I will also be assistin’ in the music and drama classes as well. I asked the Professor about takin’ those classes, but he thought I could lend my gifts to make the class better for the other students here.”
“I was about to say… if Charles was inconsiderate enough to just place you in a janitor’s uniform, I was going to have a very serious discussion with him. Anyway, where is the destination for your first class?”
“Just now I’m headin’ to a literature class, wherever room 143 is located.”
“We are almost there; it is a few more doors down from here. And what about your other classes?”
“Then I have the drama class to help with, then I go to the kitchen to set up for lunch, then it’s music, then time to do my work or take a nap, then dinner, then cleanin’, then sleep. That is my schedule, until I am told differently.”
“What about the sciences and math? One needs to have a well balanced curriculum to be a truly educated person.”
“I guess you are in charge of teaching in those areas, aren’t ya? No offence to ya, Hank, but I know so much in those areas already, that I don’t need to be takin’ again, just to learn what I already know.”
“So you believe you know everything in those areas, do you?”
“Well, I don’t remember the atomic number of all the elements or how to calculate the velocity of a bowling ball dropped on Mars, and I don’t care to hear how to determine the time of two trains meetin’ in Boston when one starts in Augusta, Maine, at 55 miles per hour, and the other train leaves Charleston, South Carolina, at 63 miles per hour, but I know what I need to get by as a normal person. I suppose if I were to become a scientist, like you, it would be helpful to know how to do that proficiently, but my forte is in the arts, so I don’t have much need for those subjects.”
“Hmm. That is a very well thought out explanation, Kady, but I still think it would be wise to take at least one science course while you are here. They are not like classes anywhere else you may have attented.”
“Ha, you may be right. I’ll see if I can fit a class in my schedule somewhere, but don’t hold your breath; I don’t want ya turnin’ blue on me now.” She stiffles her laughter, not knowing how he would take it. Hank laughs as well as they both stop in front of room 143 for her literature class. “I guess I’ll see ya later sometime. Try not to bore your students too much in your class, alright?” She smiles and makes her way into the classroom, serveral of the students coming up to her, either talking about her performance, complimenting her food, or in the case of some of the boys in the class, looking her over and asking her what she was doing later on that day.
Hank observes her mild-mannered reaction to all of this attention; her cheeks blush slightly as she thanks them gracefully before sitting down when the bell rings. “Oh no, I’m late,” he reminds himself and rushes down the halls to get to his awaiting classroom, the first time that the teacher as been late to his own class.
*Author’s Note*
Sorry for the late update, but with no comments about how the story is going or suggestions of what they would like to see happen, and with writer’s block to boot, I worked hard to get this out when I did. Please review so I can have something to go on. I would like to continue this story for my own, but what good is a story when you have no one to share it with? Happy Holidays to all, and happy reading!
Write on,
Aldys Clairveux
With a full night’s sleep under his belt for the first time in over a month, Hank walks down the hall from his room with his mind fully awake and energy in his step, and he hasn’t even had his cup of morning coffee. Scott spots him in the hall and catches up to him, greeting Hank with a bit of apprehension, knowing that Hank’s morning demeanor is far from pleasant from too much work and too little sleep. “Good morning, Hank.”
Hank turns his head to his younger friend then smiles as he replies, “Ah, Mr. Summers, monring salutations to you also. I presume that you slept well last night?”
Perplexed by this pleasant disposition, Scott hurries to block Hank with his hands out to stop him. “Wait one second: no grumpy disposition, fur clean and combed back without Twinkie crumbs, no bloodshot eyes from staring into microscopes and computer screens. Alright, who are you, and what have you done with Hank McCoy?”
Hank chuckles and puts a hand on Scott’s shoulder, reassuring his friend, “I promise you that it is me, Scott. You are beholding a man who has had a substantive slumber. I had dismissed from my mind what it felt like to truly sleep, and now you have taken notice of this more affable morning-time Hank as the aftermath.”
“Well, I am impressed. With all those smarts you have, I thought you would have had the brains to figure out that sleep is a very good thing in order to process normally.”
“I postulate that even the most astute man can neglect personal care and upkeep when important obligations get in the way; I just wasn’t practicing what I was teaching to my own students about how basic a necessity sleep is for every properly functioning biological organism.”
“And food is necessary too, so let’s go get something from the kitchen before classes start. I just hope all of the PowerBars aren’t gone.” After continuing several more yards down the hallways, passing other professors and students as they separate into their classrooms, they detect a delectable aroma comes wafting past their noses as they get closer to the kitchen. “Mmm, it smells like someone went the extra mile for breakfast this morning and made something delicious for the rest of us.”
“It also smells like someone left a horrendous mess in the kitchen making the delicious breakfast food because one was in a hurry to get to class on time, and that one didn’t have time to clean up after him or herself.”
Upon reaching the kitchen, the two men behold two baskets of muffins, nearly empty, with the rest of the kitchen free of used mixing bowls, dirty spatulas and measuring cups, amd muffin tins, the only sound in the kitchen now is the gentle hum of the dishwasher. “It looks like your nose deceived you, Hank, because I don’t see a mess, but I sure see breakfast.” Scott quickly grabs a blueberry muffin and takes a large bite. With his mouth still full, he says, spraying crumbs as he speaks, “And it tastes like breakfast too: a damn better breakfast than a PowerBar.”
“Scott, there is no need for that crude language, and it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.” While Scott goes to pour himself a glass of milk to go with his muffin, Hank picks up a piece of paper that he found between the two basket of muffins and reads it:
To staff and students of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters:
I have prepared a couple of baskets of muffins for you to enjoy for breakfast: one is blueberry, and the other is peanut butter with strawberry jam. Please take just one muffin so there is enough for everyone. This is just a small token of my appreciation for what you are trying to accomplish here, as well as a way to break the ice with you. I hope that I get to know many of you in the future.
~ Kady })j({
Hank smiles as he places the paper back on the counter and takes a peanut butter and jam muffin for himself. Scott holds out a glass of milk for him as he takes a bite of his muffin. “It’s good, isn’t it, Hank?”
He closes his eyes as he chews, relishing the flavors that grace his tongue: the tender texture, the slight salty sweetness of the peanut butter, and the surprise filling of the jam in the middle of the muffin. “Oh, my stars and garters! I may have tasted a pastry that far surpasses my normal sweet indulgence,” he comments as he reaches for the glass of milk.
Scott just stares at him in disbelief again. “Now I’m really worried that you’re an imposter, because nothing is better than Twinkies for Henry McCoy.”
Hank just chuckles and smiles at his friend, but when he looks out the window, he sees a familiar face passing the kitchen. Wanting to talk with her, Hank glugs down the rest of his milk, wipes his mouth on his coat sleeve, takes a large bite out of the muffin, then calls out to Scott as he heads out of the kitchen, mouth full of muffin, “I shall see you in class later, Scott.”
Scott shakes his head and laughs as he calls back, “I thought it was rude to talk with your mouth full!”
Hank runs out into the hallway, weaving through the students and trying not to run into anyone, to catch up to Kady, walking with a notebook in her hand and a satchel slung over her shoulder. Once he is right behind her, he taps her on the left shoulder while he is coming up on her right side. “It seems like you are quite the culinary genius, aren’t you, Chef O’Halloran?”
Kady jumps a bit in surprise when Hank comes up to her without warning. Playfully hitting him with her notebook, she remarks, “Alright, ya liked my muffins, but ya didn’t have to scare me like that now.”
“Oh, but I did. Those muffins that you baked gave my favorite confection a run for their money, and because of that, you have a long-time colleague of mine second-guessing my identity. I assured him it was me, but I do not believe he is completely convinced that I am who I say I am.” She shares a laugh with him before he asks in a more serious tone, sounding more like a question than a statement, “I trust that your delicious delectables did not keep you from meeting with the Professor?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “Nope. I made the muffins before the meetin’ with Professor Xavier. Just a little somethin’ to at least say ‘thank ya’ for allowin’ me to spend the night if the Professor said I couldn’t stay. I just had a feelin’ he would say I could stay, so I trusted my intuition.”
“Ah, I see. So what arrangement did you and Charles construct about your residing here and attending classes?”
“Well, I get to attend classes and stay in a room as long as I work in the kitchen to help with meals and do a bit of custodial work at night before I go to sleep. And who knows? I may keep makin’ special things for breakfast if others here enjoy them as much as you do, and that would be no extra cost.”
She smiles, but Hank as a frown on his face when he asks, “Why have you been assigned to custodial duty? Surely there was some other task better suited for a young lady of your talents.”
“Well, somone has to do it, don’t they? Besides, custodial work here compared to custodial work at Kelleher’s is a cakewalk. And if you’re worried about my ‘talents’ goin’ to waste, I will also be assistin’ in the music and drama classes as well. I asked the Professor about takin’ those classes, but he thought I could lend my gifts to make the class better for the other students here.”
“I was about to say… if Charles was inconsiderate enough to just place you in a janitor’s uniform, I was going to have a very serious discussion with him. Anyway, where is the destination for your first class?”
“Just now I’m headin’ to a literature class, wherever room 143 is located.”
“We are almost there; it is a few more doors down from here. And what about your other classes?”
“Then I have the drama class to help with, then I go to the kitchen to set up for lunch, then it’s music, then time to do my work or take a nap, then dinner, then cleanin’, then sleep. That is my schedule, until I am told differently.”
“What about the sciences and math? One needs to have a well balanced curriculum to be a truly educated person.”
“I guess you are in charge of teaching in those areas, aren’t ya? No offence to ya, Hank, but I know so much in those areas already, that I don’t need to be takin’ again, just to learn what I already know.”
“So you believe you know everything in those areas, do you?”
“Well, I don’t remember the atomic number of all the elements or how to calculate the velocity of a bowling ball dropped on Mars, and I don’t care to hear how to determine the time of two trains meetin’ in Boston when one starts in Augusta, Maine, at 55 miles per hour, and the other train leaves Charleston, South Carolina, at 63 miles per hour, but I know what I need to get by as a normal person. I suppose if I were to become a scientist, like you, it would be helpful to know how to do that proficiently, but my forte is in the arts, so I don’t have much need for those subjects.”
“Hmm. That is a very well thought out explanation, Kady, but I still think it would be wise to take at least one science course while you are here. They are not like classes anywhere else you may have attented.”
“Ha, you may be right. I’ll see if I can fit a class in my schedule somewhere, but don’t hold your breath; I don’t want ya turnin’ blue on me now.” She stiffles her laughter, not knowing how he would take it. Hank laughs as well as they both stop in front of room 143 for her literature class. “I guess I’ll see ya later sometime. Try not to bore your students too much in your class, alright?” She smiles and makes her way into the classroom, serveral of the students coming up to her, either talking about her performance, complimenting her food, or in the case of some of the boys in the class, looking her over and asking her what she was doing later on that day.
Hank observes her mild-mannered reaction to all of this attention; her cheeks blush slightly as she thanks them gracefully before sitting down when the bell rings. “Oh no, I’m late,” he reminds himself and rushes down the halls to get to his awaiting classroom, the first time that the teacher as been late to his own class.
*Author’s Note*
Sorry for the late update, but with no comments about how the story is going or suggestions of what they would like to see happen, and with writer’s block to boot, I worked hard to get this out when I did. Please review so I can have something to go on. I would like to continue this story for my own, but what good is a story when you have no one to share it with? Happy Holidays to all, and happy reading!
Write on,
Aldys Clairveux