![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
( I MADE MYSELF AT HOME )
Wanda doesn't really blame anyone for initially believing she's the reason why funny and magical things happen in pockets of New York City. Given her history, it only makes sense.
But she's not the reason why some people have been seeing things that aren't there. While her power is vast, much of it is controlled now. Strange has advised her not to try and break the spells these people are under. She doesn't understand the magic that's causing them. She risks too much if she tries to pierce it with her fingers. While Wanda doesn't agree, she heeds his advice. Strange has been studying the Mystical Arts a lot longer than she has (even if she's now a little more advanced than he is in her tutelage) and she shouldn't interfere if he doesn't think it's the right call.
It becomes harder to resist the temptation when Sam Winchester rolls into the city.
It's been a week since he arrived asking questions for a "research paper" that have only earned a quirked eyebrow from Strange. Strange poses as a university professor teaching the occult and Wanda, well… Wanda doesn't need to pretend to be a student. She is one. Unlike Sam. She doesn't try and hint that she knows he's telling a fib. He's here for reasons that she can only glean from his questions about strange mythical creatures that she presumes aren't mythical at all.
Djinns. Genies. She can understand the allure of them all too well.
At least it's not aliens this time.
Wanda had thought it'd only be natural for Sam and Strange to gravitate towards one another, but it's her and Sam that seem to be paired and working together. She thinks Strange prefers it. He's not necessarily the most social person, and given his quips and short, biting answers, he might not be the best person suited for taking Sam around town and allowing him to ask his questions.
Despite being somewhat of a sounding board for Sam, Wanda still doesn't quite know what he's looking for. She's been able to pinpoint that people have become truly lost in their own minds to something far powerful (but not as powerful as her) and that there doesn't seem to be a Mystical way to break them out of it.
Sam sits at a table that's almost as long as him with books sprawled everywhere. Each time the lamp light flickers, she subtly makes it burn a little brighter. She doesn't quite know how he can sit for long periods of time. She's up for the fifth time since sitting down to help him with his research and disappears into the book aisles to stretch her limbs and magically search for the book she's looking for.
Using her telekinesis to tug a book from a high shelf she can't reach, Wanda returns to their table and passes him the book. He'd been thinking about it a bit too loudly, and although she's doing her best not to listen to the voices, it'd been hard to ignore him in the quiet of the building. Especially now, when all of her attention is on him.
Something about him doesn't feel quite mundane as humans often feel.
He's been bent over books and scribbling notes for hours now. She's surprised that his head hasn't fallen straight off just yet.
Standing off to his side, she glances at his nose and sees nothing but lines on the paper. "You don't think you have enough research yet?"
But she's not the reason why some people have been seeing things that aren't there. While her power is vast, much of it is controlled now. Strange has advised her not to try and break the spells these people are under. She doesn't understand the magic that's causing them. She risks too much if she tries to pierce it with her fingers. While Wanda doesn't agree, she heeds his advice. Strange has been studying the Mystical Arts a lot longer than she has (even if she's now a little more advanced than he is in her tutelage) and she shouldn't interfere if he doesn't think it's the right call.
It becomes harder to resist the temptation when Sam Winchester rolls into the city.
It's been a week since he arrived asking questions for a "research paper" that have only earned a quirked eyebrow from Strange. Strange poses as a university professor teaching the occult and Wanda, well… Wanda doesn't need to pretend to be a student. She is one. Unlike Sam. She doesn't try and hint that she knows he's telling a fib. He's here for reasons that she can only glean from his questions about strange mythical creatures that she presumes aren't mythical at all.
Djinns. Genies. She can understand the allure of them all too well.
At least it's not aliens this time.
Wanda had thought it'd only be natural for Sam and Strange to gravitate towards one another, but it's her and Sam that seem to be paired and working together. She thinks Strange prefers it. He's not necessarily the most social person, and given his quips and short, biting answers, he might not be the best person suited for taking Sam around town and allowing him to ask his questions.
Despite being somewhat of a sounding board for Sam, Wanda still doesn't quite know what he's looking for. She's been able to pinpoint that people have become truly lost in their own minds to something far powerful (but not as powerful as her) and that there doesn't seem to be a Mystical way to break them out of it.
Sam sits at a table that's almost as long as him with books sprawled everywhere. Each time the lamp light flickers, she subtly makes it burn a little brighter. She doesn't quite know how he can sit for long periods of time. She's up for the fifth time since sitting down to help him with his research and disappears into the book aisles to stretch her limbs and magically search for the book she's looking for.
Using her telekinesis to tug a book from a high shelf she can't reach, Wanda returns to their table and passes him the book. He'd been thinking about it a bit too loudly, and although she's doing her best not to listen to the voices, it'd been hard to ignore him in the quiet of the building. Especially now, when all of her attention is on him.
Something about him doesn't feel quite mundane as humans often feel.
He's been bent over books and scribbling notes for hours now. She's surprised that his head hasn't fallen straight off just yet.
Standing off to his side, she glances at his nose and sees nothing but lines on the paper. "You don't think you have enough research yet?"