Wanda Maximoff pulled her hood a little tighter over her head as she slipped among the crowd all headed underground to the Tube station. She had earbuds in her ear, but the phone they were attached to wasn't playing anything. It gave her a better excuse to try and ignore everyone.
Or, at least, it might have been if someone hadn't decided to run right into her.
Which sent her staggering down the steps, into a couple of people, and finally hunched over against the wall. There were a few dirty looks and a few concerned stares, both of which Wanda waved off as she tried to regain her balance.
She swore under her breath in her native language, and a hint of red magic prickled at her fingertips as she considered revenge.
The Fire Festival
[She's attending out of curiosity. She's heard of Beltane before, but she's never ventured out to try and see it for herself. So, tonight, she's among the witches of Daybreak and the students of Redbright.
She even has a flower crown. And a glass of wine.]
What's that?
[She wonders it aloud as she spies some of the food being offered.]
What's Done Cannot Be Undone
[The news still aired the story. Not as much as when it had first happened, but the accident in Greece had gained some traction. Thankfully, there were no good shots of the 'terrorist' who had thrown 'grenade' into a police station.
Which wasn't what had happened at all.
Well, she had thrown an explosive at the police station, but that was because there'd been a vampire stealing in. No doubt they'd been invited during the day. If she hadn't done something, everything would have been dead. But that wasn't what the grainy suveillance cameras showed.
Wanda tried to ignore the international segment, instead sipping at her bottle of beer in the bar. It tasted awful, but it was alcoholic, and it was cheap.]
Things are depressing enough. Do they have to show that?
[It's too suspicious if she doesn't say something about it. Especially since (vague though it was) the description and sketch the authorities had could said to bear a passing resemblance to her.]
Wanda Maximoff - Avengers: Age of Ultron - fae (changeling)
Wanda Maximoff pulled her hood a little tighter over her head as she slipped among the crowd all headed underground to the Tube station. She had earbuds in her ear, but the phone they were attached to wasn't playing anything. It gave her a better excuse to try and ignore everyone.
Or, at least, it might have been if someone hadn't decided to run right into her.
Which sent her staggering down the steps, into a couple of people, and finally hunched over against the wall. There were a few dirty looks and a few concerned stares, both of which Wanda waved off as she tried to regain her balance.
She swore under her breath in her native language, and a hint of red magic prickled at her fingertips as she considered revenge.
The Fire Festival
[She's attending out of curiosity. She's heard of Beltane before, but she's never ventured out to try and see it for herself. So, tonight, she's among the witches of Daybreak and the students of Redbright.
She even has a flower crown. And a glass of wine.]
What's that?
[She wonders it aloud as she spies some of the food being offered.]
What's Done Cannot Be Undone
[The news still aired the story. Not as much as when it had first happened, but the accident in Greece had gained some traction. Thankfully, there were no good shots of the 'terrorist' who had thrown 'grenade' into a police station.
Which wasn't what had happened at all.
Well, she had thrown an explosive at the police station, but that was because there'd been a vampire stealing in. No doubt they'd been invited during the day. If she hadn't done something, everything would have been dead. But that wasn't what the grainy suveillance cameras showed.
Wanda tried to ignore the international segment, instead sipping at her bottle of beer in the bar. It tasted awful, but it was alcoholic, and it was cheap.]
Things are depressing enough. Do they have to show that?
[It's too suspicious if she doesn't say something about it. Especially since (vague though it was) the description and sketch the authorities had could said to bear a passing resemblance to her.]
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