"Raven, where's my notebook?" Charles yelled as he searched through his room, he needed that notebook, it was where he was figuring out his power and people.
Raven was relaxing on a window seat with the newest Vogue and shrugged at him, "I don't know. Why do you think I have it?"

"Because you're the only one who knows about it."

"Aww, Charles, do you really think I want to read how your mind works? I know that already."

"Raven, where is it?"

She smirked and handed it back to him, "I needed to know what Harry was thinking about me." "You could have just asked."

"This is more fun."