She watched him go upstairs, sighing and shaking her head from side to side -That kid will make me go crazy, one of these days...- she whispered to herself, before heading towards Charles Xavier's office.
They needed to solve the problem once and for all.
A couple of hours later, after giving Wilson the time to reflect about what was going to happen to him, the teacher knocked on his door -I'm coming in.- she warned him, a few seconds before opening that same door, walking into the room.
She looked way more calm now, but extremely serious at the same time.
April was now wearing just a black sweater and a pair of jeans, her hair tight up in a pony tail and she was holding a wooden hairbrush in her right hand.
As long as she passed the doorway, she turned to closing it with the key, which later disappeared into her pocket.
After that, the woman looked the boy, taking a breath.
-Ok, now...Charles and i, we have been talking about you and the way you behaved since you arrived here. And we agreed that maybe the real problem with you is that you never had been really cared of.- she started to talk, getting closer to him -Your parents, well...they are not really worried about you. It's sad, but that's the way it is, and you know it, i'm sure of it.- April added -You have been on your own way too long, Wilson. That's why you think that you can do everything you want without asking permission to anybody. But now this have to stop.- she told him, very sharply, bumping the hairbrush a couple of times against her thigh, like if she was a bit nervous -What you desperately need it's nothing more than some parental discipline, kiddo. And since your family don't care, i will do what they should do. -
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