Jack certainly knew how to make an entrance. Charles was obviously fascinating as the delicate swirls of ice spun outwards from the staff and towards his feet. Rather than retreating, he set his mug on the table and bent over his knees to study the patterns more closely.

"That is absolutely remarkable," he breathed before looking up and remember his manners. "Professor Charles Xavier; its a pleasure to meet you, Jack and I've only recently arrived."

He moves to stand, to extend his hand but stops himself as if afraid to step on the fern-frost near his feet. Sitting back down, he leaned forward and turned his face upwards towards where the faeries had been.

"You can fly as well?" The question comes quickly and in an excited tone.