Taught by a Witch | Wanda Maximoff x Female reader

Focused on Her Hands

The morning stayed quiet as the time passed, the two girls each lost in their own sea of thoughts. Wanda remained in the kitchen, searching through various cabinets and drawers to keep herself busy as she prepared her coffee. Y/n stayed on the chair, having barely moved a muscle, as she continued to look out the small window.

By now, the sun had risen far above the house, no longer leaving the remainder of the sunrise for Y/n to try and distract herself with. Having lost her means of a distraction, Y/n looked down to where her foot anxiously had been tapping against the chair. She scoffed at her own old habit, having done it to the point where her mind blocked out the sound of her shoe against the cushion.

Wanda's attention was caught from the kitchen, as a frustrated groan escaped the girl by the couch. Y/n's eyes were plastered to the window as her foot shook lightly beneath her hand, which attempted to hold it in place.

"See anything interesting out there?" Wanda asked from the kitchen.

Y/n almost jumped when she heard Wanda's words, taken back by the sudden noise. "Wha- What?"

"Outside? You've been staring out that window for almost twenty minutes."

Clearing her throat, Y/n stood from the chair. "No. Well, there's not much to do around here when we don't even know where we are," Y/n huffed.

"Yeah, yeah, fine." Wanda agreed, turning back to what she had been doing in the kitchen.

Y/n tapped her foot against the ground as the room once again fell to silence. When she guessed Wanda's attention was no longer on her, she peered over to where she stood in the kitchen. As soon as she saw her, the stone-cold expression Y/n had grown so used to holding up melted away.

There she stood, leaning back against the island counter as her eyes pinned to her hands in concentration. Y/n watched as strands of glowing red magic twisted around Wanda's fingertips. She squinted slightly, sending patterns to form as she moved her hand. She focused herself on the whisps of magic, pulling her fingers apart slightly to allow the strands to form a small sphere. The glowing ball spun around her index finger, moving down to her palm and then back up again.

Y/n had seen her magic before, of course, but not like this. She wasn't using it to fight off an evil witch, or build an indestructible barrier around a town, it was just... 'Wanda.' She thought to herself. She sat in awe as the crimson color grew brighter with each time she moved her fingers.

As Wanda focused on her hands, Y/n's glance traveled back to her face. She was so focused, so entirely entangled with her magic, that she didn't even realize the girl's eyes on her. Y/n watched as each time Wanda sent a command to her magic, her eyes would retain a faint spark of the same scarlet glow that twisted between her fingers.

Then something sparked inside of Y/n as she watched Wanda. Something unfamiliar yet... comforting. It was strange, and almost a little terrifying. Though she could find no reasoning to where it came from or what the feeling was, it was there. For a brief moment, it was there.

After some time, Wanda let her magic fade from her hands. That's when she finally felt the set of eyes that had been set on her. Just as quickly as their eyes met, they dodged their heads away from each other. Y/n embarrassed to have been caught and Wanda embarrassed to have been lost in mind for so long, both displayed a similar red tint to their faces.

"I, uh-" Wanda tried to explain, "sometimes I, uh-"

"What happened in Westview?" Y/n blurted out, sending Wanda straight to silence.

Taken back slightly, Wanda stared back at Y/n as she waited for her to elaborate.

"I mean, after I passed out. What happened?" She sighed. "Your hands... Wanda, they were..."