Who:Agatha, Stephen (any of his kids are welcome to) What:A meeting of the magic When:Afternoon. Where:His place Rating: TBD but probably low
The poof of purple smoke was the only announcement to her arrival as she landed on the steps of the place. Of course, she wasn't entirely out of the loop. She'd heard stories of this place, knew there were other witches in the world. Most of them were young, starting out. Easy to manipulate. To take their budding abilities for her own and leave them. Most of them were alive, of course. If they and their coven survived at least. But this place was.....far different then the town Wanda had set up. Scarlet Witch or not, even Wanda's magic had limits. She had felt that in the brief moments she'd been connected to it.
And then she'd woken up here, remembering everything that had happened to her moments before the bitch had left her to play nosy neighbor. Helpless. Stuck.
Thankfully she took grudges very seriously. Which was why she was here, and not off trying to fight the chaotic witch bitch. No, she'd need more magic, much more. And where better to get some then a coven? One with a supposed 'professor' of magic and everything. Of course, she wasn't stupid. She was determined to find out what was going on first before she went siphoning off anyone elses magic. And she could play the part very well.
"Hello? I was told that I was...welcome here." She tried, frowning at the door and reaching for the doorknocker, letting it fall a few times. Just in case.