The Adventures of Wanda Maximoff
By: Ariesque
Rated: PG or PG-13
Genre: Humor/Romance
Disclaimer: X-Men Evo nor Arkham Asylum belongs me.
Cautions: Mild language and violence if you may.
A/N: I am grateful to you all who have read and reviewed. It keeps me writing, to the say the least.
November 28
When I came downstairs for breakfast this morning, I found an awful sight awaiting me in the dining room.
There, believe it or not, sat the members of the Brotherhood, sitting at the long table, with my father at the farthest corner. When I entered, they all looked up, very eerily, and stared.
Without further ado, I asked, "What's wrong? Did somebody die?" Never in the history of the house has its members gathered around the table before. Usually, everyone just brings their food to their rooms to eat.
Father looked at me and with an innocent face and asked what ever did I mean?
"This!" I motioned wildly to them. "What's going on?"
"Stop spazing," Pietro ordered, pulling out a chair next to him. "We're just having a meeting."
"Meeting?" Never in the history of the Brotherhood has its members gathered for a meeting, let alone breakfast. "Why?"
"You ask too many questions, daughter," Father told me, annoyed. "There are eggs on the stove. Get some and have a seat."
I wanted to object, but decided it was best to find out what was going on. Taking the food [undercooked by Lance], I sat next to Pietro and waited to see what would happen.
"Now that the last Brotherhoodian is here, we can begin. This meeting is now in session." A gavel appeared in Father's giant hand and he banged it on the table. "Good Morning, Brotherhoodians. I am pleased that you all could make it here. First case of the day, Wanda's dating St. John Allerdyce. Anyone willing to start the debate?" Debate?! When has my private life become a debate???
"I would, yo," Todd piped up, holding up a feeble hand and shooting me an evil glance. "I vouch that she should not date him."
"Reason?" Father wanted to know. I tightened my lips and shot the same glance at Todd who merely shrugged. "He's not a good influence. We should have banned his existence from the beginning, yo."
"All in favor for this request?" Father asked. Everyone but me said 'Aye'. "Anyone against?" I spoke up.
"This matter is none of your concern." Father's mouth formed a fantastic frown.
"I think it is, because you are my daughter who is about to date a mad man." He stroked his chin. "Did you hear me? John Allerdyce, as ruled by the council of Arkham, is completely insane."
"Like I could tell the difference from any one of these clowns," I replied, sweeping my hand in front of the others' faces. There were a few gasps and a squeak from Fred, before Father rose an arm and everything became silent once more. "And besides, you don't object Pietro dating."
Father shot Pietro a troubled glance. Apparently, he didn't know.
"That's off topic!" Pietro blurted out, rising from his chair and pointing a finger at me. "Father, make her get back on subject!"
Father sniffed. "I will deal with you later, Pietro." My brother sank back in his seat, dejectedly. Turning to me, Father sniffed again. "I haven't the patience to deal with this. So I will compromise. If you don't date John, I will not let you see any of the X-Men again."
"What?!" I got to my feet so fast that I knocked my chair over. "That's not a compromise!"
"Oh? Well, it's what I want. Daughter, you disappoint me."
"Perhaps I haven't made it clear, daddy." I hexed him and his chair to the wall, and he actually cringed. "IwanttodateJohn."
"It isn't that simple, Wanda," he said, and I could recognize a hint of fear in his voice. I enjoyed it tremendously.
"Yes, father, it can be. You don't even know John..."
"I know enough!" Father yelled, convinced he did. "He's mad and he's got you crazy..."
I hexed the table over. One glance at the "Brotherhoodians" made it clear they were ready to bolt. Fred's face was a sheet of terror.
"I-I think I'll take back what I said," Todd stuttered. "S-She can date John if she wants."
"All in favor?" I asked, giving each of them a wry look. Several 'ayes' were said, and I released Father who stood, shaking.
"I expect we will see Allerdyce on Thursday, perhaps?" he steadied his voice to conceal his uneasiness.
I nodded. It was settled--I could date John. So now the question is, where to find him?
November 29
No sign of Pyro. Pietro shoots me wicked glares and Father gives me the smile he makes whenever he is about to beat Xavier at chess. If only I could know where John is.
November 30
The wait is killing me. And this: what if John doesn't show up again? What if he went back to Gotham and went back on his word? I shall seek him out myself and claw his eyes out, the turd. Why doesn't he come?
December 1
The day went by without a trace of the pyromaniac, so I decided I would find and kill him for making me wait. At dinnertime, the doorbell rang and I ran to the door. It was the pizza guy, Ron, with the regular large pan and stuffed crust pizzas. I paid for the food and as I was turning to shut the door with my foot, someone asked if I needed help. It made me pause for a second because nobody in the house was that courteous, so after trying to look over the boxes--eight in all--the person took half of them from me and there I stood, facing St. John with my mouth hanging wide open like the idiot that I am.
"Take it you're surprised to see me?" he finally asked, a wide grin playing on his lips.
"Didn't think you'd show at all, " I replied, coming back to my senses. He laughed, and mockingly said he was hurt.
"No trust in me, I see how it is." He followed me inside to where the Brotherhood sat, watching reruns of I Dream of Genie on Nick and Nite [1]. Father was with them for he secretly dreams of Genie himself, but when he saw John, he quickly shut off the T.V. and stood up.
"Allerdyce," he sneered, grabbing his cape and putting it on in a whirl. "I did not expect you so soon, or I would have..."
"Poisoned my food? Sent dogs after me?" John did not seem sarcastic, and Father wasn't appreciating it. "Well, since I am here, might as well eat, right? Starved," he rubbed his stomach to emphasize his statement. We filed into the dining room as Pietro set up the dinnerware in a flash [literally]. There was a fumbling over the boxes as John sat next to me, whispered that he'd take care of everything, and took some pieces for himself and me.
After everyone received their pieces, and Fred his box, Father asked John if he had a job.
"Temporarily a bartender in Gotham. It comes with boarding." He grinned and Father flashed a scowl.
"Well, Allerdyce, it seems you've come a long way from being mad." John widened his grin.
"Call me John, please, Dad." The word flopped out of his mouth casually. Pietro's eyes bulged in their sockets; Lance let his pizza hang halfway out of his mouth. And Father, oh wonderful Father--his face became white like the cheese he was eating. After a deafening silence, daddy roused himself.
"Don't say that again," he croaked, viciously. "Now tell me why you want to date Wanda and why I should not rip the spine out of your back."
John raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't yah like to hear how we met?"
Father sniffed. "No, I wouldn't. Actually, I'm more interested in what I can do to make you leave her alone. You're ruining her!" He gestured at me, and I chewed in spite of it all. John had the audacity to laugh.
"Magneto, yah haven't changed!" Father frowned.
"That's Lord Magneto to you, and I don't think I want to change. Now, what'll it take for you to leave? Money? Power? I could give it all." He wasn't joking either. Father could do whatever he wanted. But John didn't want it all. He frowned back at dad and laid a sly arm around my shoulders.
Father's eyebrows jumped cautiously--this was just too amusing.
"I want Wanda, Lord Magneto." John looked at me intently and there was a softness to his gaze. "I can't see why yah won't let me date the Sheila. She's plenty pretty and I'm not as half as bad as I seem."
"Don't give in, Dad," Pietro hissed to Father. "He's only trying to make it seem like he loves Wanda."
John's eyes flashed. "Shut up, brat," he rasped so angrily, that Pietro actually cowered back. He turned to Father for support, but dad was busy thinking about what to say.
"Yes, Pietro, do shut up. Ah, I know! If you really do say you love my daughter, fine, I believe you." John furrowed his brow and I knew what he was thinking. Father doesn't give in that easily--there must be something more.
Oh, and there was.
"But I forbid you to ever see her again." I was about to protest, but John held up his hand.
The Aussie stood up, throwing down his napkin. "Then I best be goin' then." His face was stone. "But you are aware dat yar hurtin' Wanda more than yah could ever hurt me..."
Father cut him off, though. "It would be best if you left now." He opened the door for John, who walked casually out the door. Shocked beyond comprehension, I stared after him who had abandoned me. I didn't understand: why was he going, and so soon? Father came back grinning, carrying Absolut bottles, announcing that this called for a celebration. With that, he went into his room and hasn't been seen since.
I, Wanda Maximoff, have never been shamed like this before in my life. Therefore, I have never been so furious in my life. I will sneak out and confront John myself, even if I have to go back to Gotham to wring his chicken neck.
TOP THREE THINGS THAT HAVE SHAMED ME
1.) This incident
2.) Finding out Magneto was my father.
3.) When I caught Pietro wearing my high boots. His explanation was that they fit him perfectly.
December 2
I quietly slipped out of my room, checking first to see that Father was wasted enough to make him sleep until morning, then ran as fast as my legs could carry me over Brotherhood grounds and into John. It seems he had been walking just outside, probably contemplating whether to come back and make fun of me or not. Father doesn't exactly have the security system that Xavier has, so anyone could go in and out without being detected.
Anyway, when I caught my breath and found the regular pace of my heart, I started yelling and screaming and I think I kicked him, but I was definitely saying something. So John had to shush me up and, between laughs, managed to put his hand over my mouth.
"Hush, darling! Someone will hear yah!" I hexed him away and he skidded across the street.
"How dare you try to talk sweet with me! After all that arguing with Father, you had to give in!" I don't think I've ever quite explained how furious I can get, so what I did next can sum it up. I started picking up cars to hurl and hoped to nick John in the arm, but then one of the flying cars hit me, sending me wheeling into a bush. The vehicles in mid-air suddenly slammed into the road, their alarms went off, dogs started barking, I banged my head hard on the sidewalk, and that is all I remember.
The next thing I know, I'm in my bed, it's about noon, and Todd is sitting in the chair next to me. No John in sight.
Todd told me I had stayed in bed all morning and he just came up to see what was wrong. No talk of cars or horns or John.
John, John, John. I wonder what has happened to him.
December 3
I hadn't to wonder too much about the pyromaniac--when I woke up this morning, he was leaning against my door, a smug yet anxious look on his face. I covered my head with the bed covers and told him to go to Hell.
"You've told me dat before," he said, sounding amused. "Say somethin' new." He plucked the sheets from me and I glared at him, hoping I would make him melt.
I was disappointed.
"How did you get in?" I asked, looking past him. John shrugged.
"Yar father isn't dah best in keeping' predators out of dah house. Just snuck in and promised four pints of Baskin-Robbins to Freddie if he'd watch your door while I'm here. I have exactly five minutes tah talk tah yah and get out." He looked at his watch. "Make dat four minutes and fifty-two seconds."
"There isn't much to say to me," I told him. "You don't want to help and I understand that John Allerdyce goes back on his word. You're just like Daddy when he wants to poison Xavier in his sleep, but never does." Something horrid flashed in John's clear blue eyes, and he sneered.
"So I'm like yar sorry-ass Father, eh?" He sounded insulted and pleased at the same time. "Well Wanda, I'll have yah know dat I wasn't plannin' on walkin' out on yah like dat. I'm dignified, believe it or not. So I'm not allowed to 'date' you; so what? Dat doesn't mean I can't charm yah intah submission, does it?" I looked at him, completely lost in this conversation.
"Are you saying you're coming back?"
"Tah win yar heart, and prove dat John Allerdyce is no Eric Lehnsherr." He glanced at his watch. "My, my. Freddie will want his ice cream and I would want tah escape with my life." He stepped to the door and I grinded my teeth.
"I don't care if you come back," I spat, anger in my voice. "You mean nothing to me, St. John." He stared at me, and there was that impish grin again, plain as day on his face.
"I think I do, Vapid Vanda." He was gone before I had a chance to retort.
THINGS TO DO TODAY
-look up spells that will distort faces
-take father's brandy and hide it in Pietro's room
-buy toilet paper
-ask Lance to teach you how to do a donut
December 4
When my head felt a bit better, I went out again, this time passing by the Xavier Institute. Rogue was sitting underneath a great oak with Remy who lazily strummed a guitar [2]. When she noticed me, her arm shot up and waved.
"Wanda!" she cried, jumping to her feet and running to meet me. I noticed her face was distressed and it shocked me, though I couldn't imagine why.
Asking her what was the matter, Rogue sighed, a horrible, long sigh. "It's ahwful," she said, looking at Remy who had joined her side.
"Awful?" The way she said it made my blood run cold.
"Well, ahwful for us. We just learned John got out of Arkham ahwhile ahgo."
"Why, what is bad about that?"
Rogue and Remy glanced at each other, and the former thief turned to me with a strained smile.
"Let's walk, shall we Wanda?" I looked hurriedly at Rogue, but she turned back to the tree, folding her arms in front of her. Remy and I strolled away until we were a safe distance away from the girl, before he said, "Rogue is a bit, er, worried."
"About John?" He shook his head.
"About me. Y' see, John an' I had a little scurvy fight back in t' day..." Oh, that. When John shot Remy [3]. So Rogue was scared of John for fear of him taking her beau's life. Understandable.
So, maybe it was a good thing I'm not allowed to date John. Rogue is my only friend, and therefore, it would be rotten to get together with someone who causes her so much misery.
[1] The last time I had cable was in third grade and I'm not so sure if they still have Nick at Nite. Oh, woe thee who hath no cable.
[2] Remy doesn't play the guitar but wouldn't it be pretty to think that he does?
[3] Reference to "Chinaberry Tree…".
Next: Wanda is introduced to the world of dating.
Will she be able to keep her promise of not loving John?
Will John's history affect their relationship?
…stay tuned…
By: Ariesque
Rated: PG or PG-13
Genre: Humor/Romance
Disclaimer: X-Men Evo nor Arkham Asylum belongs me.
Cautions: Mild language and violence if you may.
A/N: I am grateful to you all who have read and reviewed. It keeps me writing, to the say the least.
November 28
When I came downstairs for breakfast this morning, I found an awful sight awaiting me in the dining room.
There, believe it or not, sat the members of the Brotherhood, sitting at the long table, with my father at the farthest corner. When I entered, they all looked up, very eerily, and stared.
Without further ado, I asked, "What's wrong? Did somebody die?" Never in the history of the house has its members gathered around the table before. Usually, everyone just brings their food to their rooms to eat.
Father looked at me and with an innocent face and asked what ever did I mean?
"This!" I motioned wildly to them. "What's going on?"
"Stop spazing," Pietro ordered, pulling out a chair next to him. "We're just having a meeting."
"Meeting?" Never in the history of the Brotherhood has its members gathered for a meeting, let alone breakfast. "Why?"
"You ask too many questions, daughter," Father told me, annoyed. "There are eggs on the stove. Get some and have a seat."
I wanted to object, but decided it was best to find out what was going on. Taking the food [undercooked by Lance], I sat next to Pietro and waited to see what would happen.
"Now that the last Brotherhoodian is here, we can begin. This meeting is now in session." A gavel appeared in Father's giant hand and he banged it on the table. "Good Morning, Brotherhoodians. I am pleased that you all could make it here. First case of the day, Wanda's dating St. John Allerdyce. Anyone willing to start the debate?" Debate?! When has my private life become a debate???
"I would, yo," Todd piped up, holding up a feeble hand and shooting me an evil glance. "I vouch that she should not date him."
"Reason?" Father wanted to know. I tightened my lips and shot the same glance at Todd who merely shrugged. "He's not a good influence. We should have banned his existence from the beginning, yo."
"All in favor for this request?" Father asked. Everyone but me said 'Aye'. "Anyone against?" I spoke up.
"This matter is none of your concern." Father's mouth formed a fantastic frown.
"I think it is, because you are my daughter who is about to date a mad man." He stroked his chin. "Did you hear me? John Allerdyce, as ruled by the council of Arkham, is completely insane."
"Like I could tell the difference from any one of these clowns," I replied, sweeping my hand in front of the others' faces. There were a few gasps and a squeak from Fred, before Father rose an arm and everything became silent once more. "And besides, you don't object Pietro dating."
Father shot Pietro a troubled glance. Apparently, he didn't know.
"That's off topic!" Pietro blurted out, rising from his chair and pointing a finger at me. "Father, make her get back on subject!"
Father sniffed. "I will deal with you later, Pietro." My brother sank back in his seat, dejectedly. Turning to me, Father sniffed again. "I haven't the patience to deal with this. So I will compromise. If you don't date John, I will not let you see any of the X-Men again."
"What?!" I got to my feet so fast that I knocked my chair over. "That's not a compromise!"
"Oh? Well, it's what I want. Daughter, you disappoint me."
"Perhaps I haven't made it clear, daddy." I hexed him and his chair to the wall, and he actually cringed. "IwanttodateJohn."
"It isn't that simple, Wanda," he said, and I could recognize a hint of fear in his voice. I enjoyed it tremendously.
"Yes, father, it can be. You don't even know John..."
"I know enough!" Father yelled, convinced he did. "He's mad and he's got you crazy..."
I hexed the table over. One glance at the "Brotherhoodians" made it clear they were ready to bolt. Fred's face was a sheet of terror.
"I-I think I'll take back what I said," Todd stuttered. "S-She can date John if she wants."
"All in favor?" I asked, giving each of them a wry look. Several 'ayes' were said, and I released Father who stood, shaking.
"I expect we will see Allerdyce on Thursday, perhaps?" he steadied his voice to conceal his uneasiness.
I nodded. It was settled--I could date John. So now the question is, where to find him?
November 29
No sign of Pyro. Pietro shoots me wicked glares and Father gives me the smile he makes whenever he is about to beat Xavier at chess. If only I could know where John is.
November 30
The wait is killing me. And this: what if John doesn't show up again? What if he went back to Gotham and went back on his word? I shall seek him out myself and claw his eyes out, the turd. Why doesn't he come?
December 1
The day went by without a trace of the pyromaniac, so I decided I would find and kill him for making me wait. At dinnertime, the doorbell rang and I ran to the door. It was the pizza guy, Ron, with the regular large pan and stuffed crust pizzas. I paid for the food and as I was turning to shut the door with my foot, someone asked if I needed help. It made me pause for a second because nobody in the house was that courteous, so after trying to look over the boxes--eight in all--the person took half of them from me and there I stood, facing St. John with my mouth hanging wide open like the idiot that I am.
"Take it you're surprised to see me?" he finally asked, a wide grin playing on his lips.
"Didn't think you'd show at all, " I replied, coming back to my senses. He laughed, and mockingly said he was hurt.
"No trust in me, I see how it is." He followed me inside to where the Brotherhood sat, watching reruns of I Dream of Genie on Nick and Nite [1]. Father was with them for he secretly dreams of Genie himself, but when he saw John, he quickly shut off the T.V. and stood up.
"Allerdyce," he sneered, grabbing his cape and putting it on in a whirl. "I did not expect you so soon, or I would have..."
"Poisoned my food? Sent dogs after me?" John did not seem sarcastic, and Father wasn't appreciating it. "Well, since I am here, might as well eat, right? Starved," he rubbed his stomach to emphasize his statement. We filed into the dining room as Pietro set up the dinnerware in a flash [literally]. There was a fumbling over the boxes as John sat next to me, whispered that he'd take care of everything, and took some pieces for himself and me.
After everyone received their pieces, and Fred his box, Father asked John if he had a job.
"Temporarily a bartender in Gotham. It comes with boarding." He grinned and Father flashed a scowl.
"Well, Allerdyce, it seems you've come a long way from being mad." John widened his grin.
"Call me John, please, Dad." The word flopped out of his mouth casually. Pietro's eyes bulged in their sockets; Lance let his pizza hang halfway out of his mouth. And Father, oh wonderful Father--his face became white like the cheese he was eating. After a deafening silence, daddy roused himself.
"Don't say that again," he croaked, viciously. "Now tell me why you want to date Wanda and why I should not rip the spine out of your back."
John raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't yah like to hear how we met?"
Father sniffed. "No, I wouldn't. Actually, I'm more interested in what I can do to make you leave her alone. You're ruining her!" He gestured at me, and I chewed in spite of it all. John had the audacity to laugh.
"Magneto, yah haven't changed!" Father frowned.
"That's Lord Magneto to you, and I don't think I want to change. Now, what'll it take for you to leave? Money? Power? I could give it all." He wasn't joking either. Father could do whatever he wanted. But John didn't want it all. He frowned back at dad and laid a sly arm around my shoulders.
Father's eyebrows jumped cautiously--this was just too amusing.
"I want Wanda, Lord Magneto." John looked at me intently and there was a softness to his gaze. "I can't see why yah won't let me date the Sheila. She's plenty pretty and I'm not as half as bad as I seem."
"Don't give in, Dad," Pietro hissed to Father. "He's only trying to make it seem like he loves Wanda."
John's eyes flashed. "Shut up, brat," he rasped so angrily, that Pietro actually cowered back. He turned to Father for support, but dad was busy thinking about what to say.
"Yes, Pietro, do shut up. Ah, I know! If you really do say you love my daughter, fine, I believe you." John furrowed his brow and I knew what he was thinking. Father doesn't give in that easily--there must be something more.
Oh, and there was.
"But I forbid you to ever see her again." I was about to protest, but John held up his hand.
The Aussie stood up, throwing down his napkin. "Then I best be goin' then." His face was stone. "But you are aware dat yar hurtin' Wanda more than yah could ever hurt me..."
Father cut him off, though. "It would be best if you left now." He opened the door for John, who walked casually out the door. Shocked beyond comprehension, I stared after him who had abandoned me. I didn't understand: why was he going, and so soon? Father came back grinning, carrying Absolut bottles, announcing that this called for a celebration. With that, he went into his room and hasn't been seen since.
I, Wanda Maximoff, have never been shamed like this before in my life. Therefore, I have never been so furious in my life. I will sneak out and confront John myself, even if I have to go back to Gotham to wring his chicken neck.
TOP THREE THINGS THAT HAVE SHAMED ME
1.) This incident
2.) Finding out Magneto was my father.
3.) When I caught Pietro wearing my high boots. His explanation was that they fit him perfectly.
December 2
I quietly slipped out of my room, checking first to see that Father was wasted enough to make him sleep until morning, then ran as fast as my legs could carry me over Brotherhood grounds and into John. It seems he had been walking just outside, probably contemplating whether to come back and make fun of me or not. Father doesn't exactly have the security system that Xavier has, so anyone could go in and out without being detected.
Anyway, when I caught my breath and found the regular pace of my heart, I started yelling and screaming and I think I kicked him, but I was definitely saying something. So John had to shush me up and, between laughs, managed to put his hand over my mouth.
"Hush, darling! Someone will hear yah!" I hexed him away and he skidded across the street.
"How dare you try to talk sweet with me! After all that arguing with Father, you had to give in!" I don't think I've ever quite explained how furious I can get, so what I did next can sum it up. I started picking up cars to hurl and hoped to nick John in the arm, but then one of the flying cars hit me, sending me wheeling into a bush. The vehicles in mid-air suddenly slammed into the road, their alarms went off, dogs started barking, I banged my head hard on the sidewalk, and that is all I remember.
The next thing I know, I'm in my bed, it's about noon, and Todd is sitting in the chair next to me. No John in sight.
Todd told me I had stayed in bed all morning and he just came up to see what was wrong. No talk of cars or horns or John.
John, John, John. I wonder what has happened to him.
December 3
I hadn't to wonder too much about the pyromaniac--when I woke up this morning, he was leaning against my door, a smug yet anxious look on his face. I covered my head with the bed covers and told him to go to Hell.
"You've told me dat before," he said, sounding amused. "Say somethin' new." He plucked the sheets from me and I glared at him, hoping I would make him melt.
I was disappointed.
"How did you get in?" I asked, looking past him. John shrugged.
"Yar father isn't dah best in keeping' predators out of dah house. Just snuck in and promised four pints of Baskin-Robbins to Freddie if he'd watch your door while I'm here. I have exactly five minutes tah talk tah yah and get out." He looked at his watch. "Make dat four minutes and fifty-two seconds."
"There isn't much to say to me," I told him. "You don't want to help and I understand that John Allerdyce goes back on his word. You're just like Daddy when he wants to poison Xavier in his sleep, but never does." Something horrid flashed in John's clear blue eyes, and he sneered.
"So I'm like yar sorry-ass Father, eh?" He sounded insulted and pleased at the same time. "Well Wanda, I'll have yah know dat I wasn't plannin' on walkin' out on yah like dat. I'm dignified, believe it or not. So I'm not allowed to 'date' you; so what? Dat doesn't mean I can't charm yah intah submission, does it?" I looked at him, completely lost in this conversation.
"Are you saying you're coming back?"
"Tah win yar heart, and prove dat John Allerdyce is no Eric Lehnsherr." He glanced at his watch. "My, my. Freddie will want his ice cream and I would want tah escape with my life." He stepped to the door and I grinded my teeth.
"I don't care if you come back," I spat, anger in my voice. "You mean nothing to me, St. John." He stared at me, and there was that impish grin again, plain as day on his face.
"I think I do, Vapid Vanda." He was gone before I had a chance to retort.
THINGS TO DO TODAY
-look up spells that will distort faces
-take father's brandy and hide it in Pietro's room
-buy toilet paper
-ask Lance to teach you how to do a donut
December 4
When my head felt a bit better, I went out again, this time passing by the Xavier Institute. Rogue was sitting underneath a great oak with Remy who lazily strummed a guitar [2]. When she noticed me, her arm shot up and waved.
"Wanda!" she cried, jumping to her feet and running to meet me. I noticed her face was distressed and it shocked me, though I couldn't imagine why.
Asking her what was the matter, Rogue sighed, a horrible, long sigh. "It's ahwful," she said, looking at Remy who had joined her side.
"Awful?" The way she said it made my blood run cold.
"Well, ahwful for us. We just learned John got out of Arkham ahwhile ahgo."
"Why, what is bad about that?"
Rogue and Remy glanced at each other, and the former thief turned to me with a strained smile.
"Let's walk, shall we Wanda?" I looked hurriedly at Rogue, but she turned back to the tree, folding her arms in front of her. Remy and I strolled away until we were a safe distance away from the girl, before he said, "Rogue is a bit, er, worried."
"About John?" He shook his head.
"About me. Y' see, John an' I had a little scurvy fight back in t' day..." Oh, that. When John shot Remy [3]. So Rogue was scared of John for fear of him taking her beau's life. Understandable.
So, maybe it was a good thing I'm not allowed to date John. Rogue is my only friend, and therefore, it would be rotten to get together with someone who causes her so much misery.
[1] The last time I had cable was in third grade and I'm not so sure if they still have Nick at Nite. Oh, woe thee who hath no cable.
[2] Remy doesn't play the guitar but wouldn't it be pretty to think that he does?
[3] Reference to "Chinaberry Tree…".
Next: Wanda is introduced to the world of dating.
Will she be able to keep her promise of not loving John?
Will John's history affect their relationship?
…stay tuned…
