scarlet witch // wanda maximoff (oldblackmagic) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2009-07-22 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | agatha harkness, scarlet witch |
Narrative: Scarlet Witch
Who: Wanda Maximoff
NPCs: Agatha Harkness
When: February 2, 1999
Where: Wundagore Mountain
What: The early days of training with Agatha.
Rating: G
A 16-year-old Wanda didn't need a lot of time to figure out that Agatha Harkness wasn't going to be easy to train with. While her brother got to do whatever he wanted (with his undeniably 'cool' new superpowers, she was stuck learning archaic magic -- things she was pretty sure she'd never use -- and practicing her own powers.
Unfortunately, no matter how much she tried, every attempt at using her abilities ended up with a split tree, or a torrential downpour (something that wasn't very comfortable in the cold), or something else unfortunate and miserable.
This time, while the sky opened up and started to pour on her and Agatha, the old woman sighed, clucking her tongue in disappointment. "I need you to focus, Wanda," she said in the young girl's native tongue. "Focus your energy and release it into the universe. You're not trying hard enough."
That was the one phrase that already drove Wanda up a wall. 'You're not trying hard enough.' She was trying as hard as she could and nothing good ever came of it.
"Maybe I should just stop using my powers altogether," Wanda said glumly, looking up and letting the rain splash into her eyes. Wonderful. Her clothes were going to take forever to dry out and she'd be stuck shivering and cold in her underclothes until they did. "It'd be easier on everyone."
Of course, the problem was that Wanda didn't get to pick and choose when she used her powers. It just happened. Usually at the most inopportune moments.
"Let's not feel sorry for ourselves now, dear. Try again."
Wanda had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at Agatha's words. Street rat or not, she was still 16 and more than a little prone to brattiness. "I don't wa---" And then stopped, because there really wasn't any arguing with the old woman. Especially when she had that look on her face.
Screwing up her face, Wanda clasped her hands together focusing on stopping the rain as red energy glowed between her palms. Agatha had started to refer to them as 'hex bolts', whatever that was supposed to mean.
Releasing the red energy, instead of stopping, it just starting to rain harder.