Her hand moved over his as it clasped her shoulder. It wasn’t unwelcome, but she didn’t need the reminder. The best way to deal with Selene was indifference and impassiveness. This was how it would happen. “Probably for the best…” Emma muttered, “Though you may want to consider a little nip and tuck, to keep people from questioning it.” She fell into silence beside Shaw as he chastised, if Emma could call it such, Selene on not staying in New York. Well just great, she was here to stay, so it seemed. The idea made Emma’s stomach churn. And teaching alongside Shaw. Perhaps that was what made her sick. As weird as things between Shaw and her had been, she was protective, loyal and Selene most often was a threat. Her gaze narrowed in on the woman at the mere mention needed to be babysat. “Oh, how I’ve missed that sense of humor.” She drawled fighting an eye roll, a condescending smile on her face. Selene could do a lot to Emma, but Emma had changed. Grown a thicker skin, after all, nothing hurt worse than what she’d already been through. Selene’s words were just that. Words meant to get a rise out of her. One Emma typically fell prey too. She smirked at the verbal jab, “Perhaps had you followed orders you would be invited in.” Her gaze had leveled with the other before she moved to resume her position against Shaw’s desk, back to the woman, “Or perhaps if we cared enough, we’d indulge your childish antics. Pleasure as always Selene.” Her gaze moved to Shaw, “As I was saying—“ she began as if Selene wasn’t even in the room.
Only one class then. It could be far worse, and this meant she was away from Emma, professionally at least since he doubted Selene would hesitate to check in with her whenever the fancy struck her. “Since you have the pleasure of being my assistant, I’ll be sure to get you the books you’ll need to read in order to understand the topics I’ve chosen to cover in the class. Along with the syllabus and class roster. I only assign papers, so I hope you have joined us with a few good red pens.” His mutant classes were the only classes Shaw actually cared about his students in. He had been looking forward to having this one class to himself and express the superiority of mutants without Charles or Cohen. Now he had other issues to worry about on that front. “And yet, Selene, it’s not my White Queen whom I have to keep tabs on.” It would be an insult to them both to pretend she didn’t know he had had employees reporting on her. They often disappeared, but it was the thought that counted. “You say that as if you were ever truly welcome with us, Selene, and that is perhaps the greatest lie I’ve heard from you in some time. This has nothing to do with you, an alien concept, I’m sure, but Emma is right. You may go.” He turned away from her towards Emma.
Selene refused to let them see her as weak or incapable. She was so much more than that, and older still than the two of them combined. They were children, annoyances to her life and yet she’d kept them around all this time. Emma she could have cared less for, but Shaw? Selene could never hide the intrigue she’d held towards the boy. She’d show him, she would work hard and prove that she was an asset. Prove that he still needed her around, and then maybe she would take the chance to break him down. Break them both down and show them all that she could do that they would never be capable of. “Thank you for your time, Sebastian.” She took to her feet in one swift motion. She’d play this game for now, be the good little pet that he knew she never would be. Selene wouldn’t lose this place, and she wouldn’t stand for the blatant disrespect. “Good day to you both I suppose, oh and Emma darling,” she paused as she reached the door. “Do remember who you are speaking to when you talk to me. I expect more respect from the children.”
