Wanda felt a scream lodge in her throat as the young girl flung a chair at her brother's back. "Pietro!" She gasped, blue eyes darkening beneath her thick lashes and she stood, shoving her way to the stage...forgetting all about her purse and the fact that her dress was going to be dirty for the action. All that mattered was reaching her brother and saving him, protecting him as he always did her. There was a crimson glow around her hands, her power crackled around her like a whip.
The hex she whipped out, but it was too slow to stop the chair in seconds. By now, she had started to lose some control and was desperately attempting to keep herself in check at the sight of the small girl who had decided to attack her brother and now Vulcan. Without thinking anything, but pure hate she let the probability spell decide for itself, sending a bolt toward the smaller female.