With Clea back, Wong busy as always, and the oddities of this world - and other dimensions - constantly requiring the attention of the Sorcerer Supreme Dr. Strange rarely - if ever - had a full moment to breath. Since Xavier's death, it had seemed like even fewer of those moments existed in the world than what had before. Today would be no exception to that notion.
As Strange attempted his standard lotus position floating meditation in a room hidden within the depths of the Sanctum Sanctorum the house would shift, magics within it, and composing it deciding his attention should be drawn somewhere else. A heavy sigh would cause his chest to rise and fall with frustration. While this house may be one of the many wonders of the world, sometimes it was a wonder that it didn't drive him to causing it to magically implode just to be free of the possible random threats or annoyances it could and might create.
Today's distraction however would echo in his ears after a brief moment of letting the sound settle in. A woman's voice. How... Peculiar.
The Sanctum shifted, the magic housed within such hollowed walls causing the pockets of dimensions folded over each other to shift and retract. The actions were both invisible, untraceable and yet every fraction of reality shifted could be felt through out the magical energies of the house. It was only when the mystical forces settled once again that Stephen found himself looking out a window from which the voice had called.
Ah, yes.
Her.
He'd been waiting for her.
Letting his feet come to touch the floor, the Sorcerer Supreme waved a hand that cast the window open telepathically.
"Yes, I am." His voice sailed out the window easily and he smiled before leaning out a bit to wave down at the woman. "If you would like to come in, certainly the Sacnctorum will oblige." With a graceful swish of a hand an open door spiral into existence before Wanda so that she could enter into the house.
"It will take me but a moment to meet you in the parlor if you would care to come in."