Anthea bounded through the halls with a single white lily clutched in her hand, coming to a sudden stop outside of Magneto's office with a bright smile on her lips. Knocking once, she entered and brandished the flower, bellowing "Happy Father's Day, bossman!"
She had caught him offguard. He, to be honest, wasn't expecting anyone in the Brotherhood to be celebrating, let alone considering him a father figure. He pictured himself more as a leader than father despite how he does prefer to have a few of them as his own children.
The look of shock remained on his face as he was carefully planning and researching his next attack on Congress, he had all sorts of architecture books opened and was going to use every one of his resources.
Looking up at her it took a moment before he composed himself and smiled. "Thank you, Anthea."
