Wanda was not as confused as Pietro was about being here. Because deep within her soul told her that despite how different he looked, this was her brother. Maybe from a different timeline, but he was her twin. The only downside was that Agatha was here. If she knew the purple witch it was that she was going to do anything to make Wanda's life hell.
Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she tilted her head to the side as she sat at her desk, books scattered every which way. She had taken some books from Doctor Strange with the promise she would return them. Wanting to learn seemed like a good idea.
But then she heard a knock on the door. Lifting her head, she turned toward the door and stood up, walking to the door, her boots clicking on the hardwood as she opened the door with a gloved hand. Eyes widening as she gazed upon the face of her brother, Wanda felt as if her soul was being put back together. Without saying a word, she crossed the distance that separated them and wrapped him in a hug. She finally felt whole again.