Xavier sat across the hall with a perfect view of Luca and Ollie, both of whom were animatedly flailing behind a spiritual barrier that no one could listen in on.
He sighed.
Honestly, he wouldn't have restrained himself from going over and teasing his wife if not for one small thing: the possibility of an active threat.
A crystalquake wasn't impossible, but it hasn't been probable in the last how many decades?
And while it was cute to see his soft-spoken wife gesturing dramatically, clearly having discovered something world-shattering (or brother-shattering), Xavier had to be on standby. The students were still gathered in this temporary hall. The aftershocks hadn't returned, but the damage was fresh, and the investigation was still in full swing.
Had this been a simple incident, he would've whisked Luca away. Taken him somewhere quieter. Somewhere private. Somewhere with walls and no other possible disturbances. After all, his little chipmunk seemed to be in a learning mood.
