[wanda is kind of not into this geography lesson. roderick isn't the guy she thinks they can ask really juicy stuff to, so her eyes and mind wander, somewhat aware of the conversation that's taking place between the two men. harry is the certified detective, after all.
when harry taps her shoulder, it takes wanda a moment to catch onβthe wiggling of fingers, the way he looks at her. i thought you promised to keep it on the down low? but suppose this is a circus and sometimes circumstances allow for a little of something special.
good thing she's done her fair share of inflicting terror recently, for summoning forward a small spark of red magic to dance between and around her fingers is as easy as breathing. she doesn't really say anything β just allows this to be an extra for harry's line of questioning, until wanda closes her hand into a fist and the red disappears.]
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when harry taps her shoulder, it takes wanda a moment to catch onβthe wiggling of fingers, the way he looks at her. i thought you promised to keep it on the down low? but suppose this is a circus and sometimes circumstances allow for a little of something special.
good thing she's done her fair share of inflicting terror recently, for summoning forward a small spark of red magic to dance between and around her fingers is as easy as breathing. she doesn't really say anything β just allows this to be an extra for harry's line of questioning, until wanda closes her hand into a fist and the red disappears.]