Third person povOnce the sun had gone down and dinner was served it was about time for the twins' transportation. The day only consisted of the two doing the usual and their last checkup, saying their goodbyes to the only one they really cared about, that being Dr.E of course.
It was merely turning seven thirty, the twins had barely finished their food until the cafeteria doors swung opened, causing everyone in the room to turn their heads in that direction. With the sound of heels clicking on the tile floor, it brought Wanda out of her daze, looking up at the blonde haired woman who slowly approached the two, who wanda solemnly disliked with every fiber in her body.
With an eye roll from wanda and a side eye from pietro as he was still finishing his plate of food, the woman only stood there waiting for their undivided attention. Until of course, with the irritation building up in wanda, she eventually had to say something, even if it wasn't the best idea.
"What? Can't even let us finish our meal before you drag us out of her by our ears?"she snarled at the woman and with that pietro kicked her shins from underneath the table, urging her to zip it before she said anything else that could make things worse for the two.
"Ouch." she turned her attention to her brother, with a glare to the skull, pietro giving her back the same glare as if they were silently communicating."Wanda dear, nice to see you again.." wanda huffs at her attempt to start a conversation with her, which wanda quickly denies. After a couple of seconds the lady sits herself down right next to wanda, possibly knowing wanda has it out for her.
"Shouldn't you guys be excited? You guys are finally moving up with the big dogs." she nudged Wanda's side, trying to get her going, but she only scooted further down the table as she rubbed at her chin, trying to not let out a snarky comment.
"Come on Wanda, loosen up a bit." the woman told the girl, who definitely did not take it lightly. She looked to her brother as a sign to say something before she does, he only looked at her as a sly smile appeared knowing she was irritable."Loosen up?" she laughed. "Okay and how about you not touch me? That would be lovely." She smiled at the blonde, but with the attitude that Carmilla loved and knew she'd eventually bring out, she only bit back harder.
"What? You mean like this?" she slowly nudged Wanda's side once again as the brunette clenched at her jaw. Carmilla only laughed.
"I'm only teasing Wanda" the blonde leaned in closer to Wanda so no one else could hear.
"I know you don't like me because of what your dear ole friend y/n most likely has said but if I were you, i'd watch your tone maximoff" Wandas hands turned into fists, her knuckles turning white and her jaw cramping with how hard she has them clenched.The use of the nickname y/n use to say only was a stab to the heart, but she didn't let it show how it affected her. So, not caring who hears-
"She told me about bitches like you Carmilla-" she propped her head up with the back of her hands, flaunting her accent with more force in order to intimidate the blondie.
"So with that, I'll have whatever tone with you as I want, because quite frankly I do not like you, actually I can't stand you in fact I could care less about anything you have to say." with that wanda stands up from her seat, taking her tray with her but before she could take a couple more steps, carmilla only hit back harder where she knew it hurt."And what if what I say has anything to do with your friend?" Wanda's pace came to a stop, turning her head side ways, where she could see the woman in her peripheral.
"like what'll happen to her if you keep this act up? or well what hasn't already happened to her..." The blonde mumbled the last part and tried not to laugh at such a serious note, but with carmilla being.. carmilla of course, she loved getting underneath Wanda's skin, and let's just say it was working.
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