It was late.. more like in the a.m. Lately, Jean preferred this. The looks from the students she had been getting were unsettling. She wasn't sure how to deal with them because she'd been trying so hard to not use her telepathy. And save that one time with Scott, she had not.
Nighttime was easy. Sure there were some crazy dreams going on in the students' heads, but Jean never invaded those when she did use her telepathy. So, it was a good time for her to be awake.
She perused the paper, debating a crossword when the teapot whistled to grab her attention. For now she was at peace, but she felt a tad uneasy.