Quicklog: Phoenix/Witch
[She asked for Phoenix, and Phoenix is who arrived. For the first time since she arrived in this new world, Jean was dressed in what most assumed to simply be a uniform, but it symbolized so much more than that. The green bodysuit clung to her like a second skin, the gold sash that fluttered off her hip seemingly of its own accord, and the triangular Phoenix symbol emblazoned upon her chest. Heat waved a mirage behind her as she stormed up the stairs, the students having been locked away in the other wing.
Fire flicked at the ends of her hair, flames forming at her fingertips as she approached the now open doorway. Phoenix was exhilarated. It was time. Time to burn the witch. Jean flinched at the thought, reigning the cosmic beast back. She was the one in control. Not Phoenix.
She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, unsure what to expect but ready to be attacked.] Wanda. Come out.