Pixie, or Megan Gwynn as the people of the small Welsh mining town where she grew up would have known her, woke up feeling hungry. This was hardly a surprise considering the packed schedule of mental and physical exertion that composed her days at the Jean Grey School, but this morning in particular seemed different. Most mornings she could get by on a bowl of cereal and maybe one or two pieces of fresh fruit, but the rumble in her stomach was calling for the full treatment of waffles, bacon and eggs, all coated in lashings of maple syrup.
This seemed a little odd to her, and it certainly drew the attention of her friends as they sat around the cafeteria table.
"Geez Megan, that's enough food for three people." Cessily said as she put down her tray. There might have been a hint of jealously in her voice, as her unique physiology of living mercury meant she was unable to eat food like a normal person.
"It certainly is more than you would normally have." Soorya agreed from behind her veil, though with slightly more tact.
Nori, who's electricity based powers had earned her the codename Surge, only shrugged. "If you're hungry, you're hungry." She may have had more sympathy due to the fact that her elevated metabolism meant she tended to eat bigger meals than the other girls. However even she was finished for a good ten minutes before Pixie finally put down her fork.
By that time she was feeling uncomfortably full, her stomach bulging out visibly beneath the mandatory blouse and blazer which were a constant source of irritation to the more long-standing junior members of the X-Men.
"I'm just saying, Wolverine's put in charge and no one bats an eye when his first decision is to dress us all up like some schoolgirl fantasy?" Mercury said, treading a well worn argument. Both Surge and Dust agreed, even though the latter had been exempted from exchanging her burka for the much despised uniform.
Pixie was glad the conversation had been directed away from her unusual gluttony, and concentrated on walking without jostling her swollen stomach, deciding against flying to class as she usually did.
The first lesson was thankfully a less intensive one, Mutant Culture with Ms. Guthrie, who usually just talked through whatever lecture she had prepared while the class ignored her. Pixie used this time to rest her head on her desk and run her bloated belly, promising herself that she would never eat that much again.
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