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( 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?"
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"I mean, I just don't get it. Every time I think I'm closing in on something another door opens, it's like I'm playing cryptid Guess Who."
Frustrated and in sore need of caffeine, Sam sighs and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes and letting his head hang, neck long and exposed as if in sacrifice. Maybe it is. This is making him crazy, just kill him and get it over with.
From the outside this hunt seemed easy. Dean is busy with something for Bobby and they need a little breathing space right now so it made sense to head East on his own. Aliens haven't been good for the industry in a lot of ways but people are speaking up more about Weird Stuff Happening and that's his calling card, so it's made finding jobs a little easier. Double edged sword, he guesses.
Professor Strange has been helpful he grates against Sam's nerve like a rasp and it seems mutual, so Wanda's assistance has been very welcome. He doesn't have to sit her down for The Talk, she already studies this stuff. Incredible. It makes him wonder why there isn't a class for hunters, too. The world would be a better place with more men and women on the line. Dean would say no. He would say that people shouldn't have to go through the shit they eat for breakfast and that hunters are born of blood and tragedy.
Sam thinks that many hands make light work and maybe a team would mean less of those tragedies to begin with.
Whatever. Dean isn't here.
"Maybe all these books are cursed so I can't figure out what I'm really looking for."
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