Silly Mystique... Tricks are for kids.
Anyways, my Hellions and I traveled early this morning to England via my private jet. Soon we were in London at the Harry Potter movie. It was crowded in the theater and smelled of infants and popcorn, kind of like Kitty's new perfume. Brian Cruz, you all know him as Tag, saw to it that they cleared out. He "tagged" himself and everyone left.
I was dissapointed. The film was choppy, dears. It also missed some major plot points. But apparently I am supposed to buy it for my squad to complete the series.
Incidently, I found out that these movies are merely chronicles of the school, much like our X-Men films (I had to pull a lot of strings for myself to appear in X3). It seems "Hogwarts" fell on some hard times and needed the money. Unfortunately it leaked into the Muggle world and well, you know the rest.
I have extended an invitation, through several of my contacts, to one Mr. Malfoy. He seemed pleasant enough and would get along well with Julian I believe.
As I sat writing my letter in my quaint English manor, a shot rang through the walls. Thankfully, Julian caught the bullet with his telekinesis. My Hellions fought her. I sat there, not able to use my mind to attack. I watched my squad. Rockslide sank, Dust was knocked out as was Tag and soon Mercury and Hellion were as well. Luckily, Hellion stopped Mystique's telepathic blocker. I entered and attacked her. Apparently she thought I was being rude when I told her to have a "romp with Destiny". Was I mistaken that she and Miss Adler were at one point lovers? I thought I done my background check on Mystique properly. Oh, well. In short, Mystique ran back home with her tail between her legs.
I had my butler, George, fish Mr. Vaccaro out of the pool and soon my dear Hellions were in my own Medical Facility, being treated.
I returned to the lounge to finish my letter. It is as follows:
Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,
I, Emma Frost, would like to extend an invitation to you to join Xavier's School for the Gifted. I believe that your talents are quite necessary for our cause and would help contribute to mutant-"muggle"-wizard realtions. I personally would be proud to mentor you.
I do so hope he accepts.
I would also like to end a rather nasty discussion on my plastic surgery. I didn't get it to be gorgeous. I got plastic surgery in order to gain access to the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club, New York Chapter. At the time, my father had cut me off from his fortune and I was in desperate need of money. I did find a picture of me at some dance during my highschool day, if you were curious about my appearance prior to the surgery.
That isn't so bad, is it?