[This guy's panic really does nothing to put Wanda at ease, but she supposes it's better than her being the one pacing around and about to pull out her hair. She'd let him work himself up, taking the opportunity to read the note and take a good glance over the room from her bed.
Enough's enough.]
A handprint for the door. I'm not keen on bleeding today.
[Which might sound ominous for him, but really she just means to use another method. Magic. Wanda stands, and moves her hands with all the confidence of someone who is actually a person that uses magic, and uses it well.
Except nothing happens. Nothing at all. She can't even grasp at any tendrils of chaos, and she's speechless as she looks down at her hands. A curse, she recalls from her dream. But this almost feels like--relief. She wills the magic to come, but it doesn't, and she watches her hands curl into fists as that begins to sink in.]
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Enough's enough.]
A handprint for the door. I'm not keen on bleeding today.
[Which might sound ominous for him, but really she just means to use another method. Magic. Wanda stands, and moves her hands with all the confidence of someone who is actually a person that uses magic, and uses it well.
Except nothing happens. Nothing at all. She can't even grasp at any tendrils of chaos, and she's speechless as she looks down at her hands. A curse, she recalls from her dream. But this almost feels like--relief. She wills the magic to come, but it doesn't, and she watches her hands curl into fists as that begins to sink in.]