Strangely, the thought of Charles, and the memory of him stealing bruschetta of Magneto’s plate with pencil-smudged fingers, pulled him away from the brink and back into consciousness.
“What,” Magneto demanded of the ceiling, “is the meaning of this?”
The ceiling, curse its unhelpful blankness, did not reply. Magneto scowled at it.
In his evil lair, he would at least have Professor X’s smiling, cheerful face gazing back down on him, soothingly reminding him that his was the correct path, the path of righteousness, and if Francis Pembroke did not show up tomorrow Magneto would still have his quest to keep him going until the convention next month in Chicago. And doubtless Professor X would also have some words for Magneto about Charles.
He could be your friend, Professor X might say, because everyone was Professor X’s friend.
If you haven’t read this yet, you should!! Technically the scene is at the hotel, thus no poster on the ceiling, but I really want to draw something that Magneto talks to the posters in his room or something XD Maybe even practicing his menacing speech at them XD