I sipped my tea and bit into the sugary, crunchy cookies in my mouth.
"Knock."
The door opened, and I saw my aunt walk into the room. Her white hair resembled a storm, and she wore a black outfit that exuded elegance, charm, and beauty.
"It's good to see you again, Aunt Ororo," I said as I went to give her a hug.
She smiled and hugged me back. "It's good to see my nephew."
After that, we ate cookies and talked about various subjects. She asked me about my relationship, my studies, and even some "theoretical illegal activities" she knew a little about.
"The Nightcrawler has been getting excellent grades, probably thanks to your help. His spatial movement control is superb, and so are his combat skills. Besides the training here, you and your father must be doing a good job training him."
