There was once a bust of Charles’ uncle in the library. It was an ugly thing: crude, misshapen, and lumpy (all appropriate adjectives to its likeness). Thankfully, Sean and Alex took care of it during a game of roughhousing and throwing a baseball in the mansion - something Charles said not to do.
Erik disliked the empty space where the bust had been, though he was glad Charles’ uncle would no longer stare at their chess games with judging, empty eyes. He found scraps of silver lying about and twisted an intricate and unique-looking sculpture, one he put in the space without explanation or question. Charles, naturally, figured out who molded the art, but said nothing.
After Cuba, Charles rearranged the entire mansion, making it more accessible, more professional, better suiting the influx of new students and their needs. He rearranged everything from the kitchen to the bathrooms, the hallways to the yard. He installed; he removed. He updated; he downgraded.
The library remained the same.
There was once a silver sculpture, curved and winding, in the library. It was a beautiful gift: rough, sleek, and one in a million (all descriptors of its creator). Unfortunately, a fight left Logan’s trademark claws imprinted on the sculpture - tarnishing it permanently.
Charles threw the shredded sculpture away, the library’s first, and only change.