The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning

First of all - don't ask.

[It's pretty clear what he's referring to. He is currently dressed in an absolutely horrendous sweater, which he keeps scratching at in annoyance. Making bets with a certain saucy language arts teacher is not recommended.]

Second, for god's sake don't listen to that Yeager kid. I'm sure most of you are smart enough to realize it, but it looks like he's under the impression that it's a "violation of his rights" to learn to keep his powers under control. Seeing as skipping classes wastes time and makes it that much harder for us to teach you how to survive once you get out of here... you see where I'm going with this. I figure if you ignore him long enough, though, he'll get the hint that he's doing more bad than good.

[And then he suddenly brightens up, with that smug grin he only has when he's making someone's life hell.]

Third, if you've got some spare time on your hands, the security club should still be taking members. Come on down, keep Officer Adachi company and bust some trouble-makers or something. Maybe you can just get someone you hate in trouble.

[Bigby, don't give them ideas. They'll take it seriously.]

So… this is going to be an awkward introduction.

[Enter a big scruffy man on the comm, looking pretty meek for how gruff and manly his appearance is. And then he clears his throat, and the authority kicks in.]

My name is Bigby Wolf, and I’m a combat trainer here for the older kids starting this semester. A little higher level than what Beifong's teaching, but it should be easy to pick up. Some of you may already know me as, uh… [He hesitates a bit.] …The Big Bad Wolf. And there are a lot of rumors circling because of that, but I assure you I wouldn’t get a position here unless Xavier trusted me. He especially wouldn’t let me near kids if he thought I was still…

[Eating them. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]

Let’s see, what can I tell you… I was a sheriff over in District X until I came here, so I’ve got plenty of experience catching criminals. Even caught a few of… well, I guess around here you call ‘em supervillains. I guess you could kind of call me one of those two… or an ex-villain, at least.

[A nervous chuckle ends in him popping out a carton of Huff’n’Puffs and lighting himself a cigarette.] I understand a lot of people are going to be nervous around me, I’m not going to stop them from voicing complaints. But the class is optional, so you don’t have to be near me if you don’t want to be. For whatever reason.