Who: Wanda and Laura What: A meeting between the two eighteen-year-olds! When: September, after Laura gets settled in. Where: The grounds of Brotherhood HQ, though they can move indoors. Rating/Warnings: Language, if anything. Nothing that would necessitate averting your eyes! Status: Closed; Complete
It was a nice day, so Wanda decided to spend some time outside and lounge around underneath one of the trees on the grounds of the Brotherhood compound. Tucking a book under her arm, she headed outside with Mina trailing along behind her. The black kitten was very attached to Wanda and the redhead was just as attached to the little furball. They really did resemble a witch and her familiar, seeing as Mina always seemed to follow her owner whenever she was around.
Taking a seat, the girl found her place in the book of Edgar Allan Poe's work that the Professor had given her. As she often did when she was alone, Wanda was reading aloud to practice her English. In this case, she was reading The Masque of the Red Death aloud, carefully forming each word to make sure she was pronouncing it correctly with as little of her accent as possible. Of course, there was always a trace of Romania in her words and there probably always would be, but while it was still obvious she was a foreigner, her accent had definitely dulled a bit. "The 'Red Death' had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour...."
Meanwhile, Mina chased after fallen leaves that were stirred by the wind, mewing with frustration whenever a gust would cause a leaf to blow right out of her path. Deciding to give chase to a particular leaf that was being blown out of reach, the kitten set off after it and pounced as it was swept up into the air, spiraling as it did so. The black ball of fur ended up tumbling slightly, turning her eyes to Wanda and mewing pitifully when she finally stopped. With a quiet huff of laughter, Wanda set aside the book and stood up to retrieve her kitten who now had a bruised ego.