//Continued Indirectly from Faculty Offices II//
From years of being around Pietro, Wanda had learned to move at a much faster pace than she had to; she was a fast walker while everyone else moved at a more relaxed pace and she could move on from a topic rather easily, while others could ramble on for days. She never caught on until years later that it was a habit of hers because she did her best not to annoy her brother as much as everyone else did. And in turn, he spared her his dry wit and dry wit that he unleashed upon others. So, Wanda had moved through the mansion rather quickly with her bag in hand before Pietro could change his mind and run off with Betsy... whom had disappeared rather quickly after the mission.
Wanda was not upset by this, as she had her brother had not spent much time together, and if getting him to help her bless the mansion was enough to bring them together, then thank the Goddess and the God for allowing them to be brought together. Entering, the conservatory, Wanda surveyed the dark night and its moon that beamed down upon them... it was eerie to think that just hours ago they were fighting for their lives and back home with no causalities or losses... but the thought of all of those dead children had made Wanda think of nothing but their own. Those giant machines could have had any of their own children instead of the 'Morlocks'. What a fucked up name to call yourself, to become the very freak that society wants you to become and then be slaughtered for it.
Right now, she needed to clean all of the negative energy that was present within her own energy, within all of her fellow teammates, and to make a blessing that their children be spared such a fate. Death was never an enemy; inevitable and inescapable, it came for them all. Torture and inequality, however, was something that needed to be fought against no matter what the cost. She looked around the spacious room and wondered what Ororo would think of her when she... when Pietro moved all of these desks out of the way and a black circle was drawn upon her floor. She would clean it up; just not tonight. Or tomorrow...
Wanda would get to it. She sat down her bag of tools and turned to her brother with a wide grin on her face. "You know this is one of the first rituals I've ever done with you," she pronounced. Atheist, though he may be, it was something very special she wanted to share with him whether he believed in a higher power or not. "Do your dear sister a favor and move all of these desks out of the way. I have to cast a circle, light a few candles and focus my energy, and...." She came out of her own mind and realized that he more than likely did not care and was just going through the motions just to please her.
But little did he know, he was. "Just move those desks and I'll deal with the rest. And tell me what you thought of seeing...him. He was looking older than before. The life of a terrorist must adds bags under your eyes, I gathered."