[ John's just about to approach the food table that's a little bit close to where the fae is pinning a boutonnière on Charles' lapel, when he stops in his tracks the moment he feels the dread.

And then, he sees the vision, eyes wide in obvious shock. He sees so many injustices being done to mutants that the flames on nearby candles begin to rise and grow, fueled by his increasing rage.

When the vision stops, and Charles approaches him with an apology, John takes a step back, brows creasing in obvious surprise and anger. ]

What the fuck? What the hell did I just - Why're those motherfuckers messing with mutants? [ He extends a hand, sucking in one of the flames from the candles and morphs it in a ball on his palm. John continues through gritted teeth, ] Who the freaking hell gave them the damn right?