Wanda quirked her eyebrows and gave Wicked a long look. This was not what she wanted right now and she certainly hadn’t expected it from Wicked of all people. She'd had enough judgement today to last a lifetime. "What’s this about?" she asked shortly, her voice wary, and, with a wave of her fingers, the socks stopped in midair before they could hit her. She let them hover there for a moment and then sent them back to land in the laundry cart.