Wanda Xavier was the powerful mutant daughter of Charles Xavier (Professor X) and had the ability of energy manipulation, fear manipulation, etc..
After the battle at Cuba she decided to stay with her father and Hank over going with her Aunt Rave...
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~Wanda's P.O.V~
I sat in my room. Alone. Isolating myself from the rest of the inhabitants of the house. It's not like I would see anyone anyway as my father isolated himself to his room, as he drowned himself in alcohol out of self-pity, I mean it's not like he has a daughter or anything that suffers from the thought of harming people with her uncontrollable powers.
'Oh wait that's me' I thought bitterly to myself as I twirled the rings that once belonged to my mother, around my fingers, bored out of my mind, but then I saw the little blocks on my desk.
'I might as well try' I signed to myself in hopes that I could try to keep control this time as the familiar tingle of the red energy seeped out of my hands and around the blocks.
I finally managed to grow a steady concentration on the blocks, to keep them flowing through the air in front of me
......until.......
There was an loud banging sound from the front door which made me lose my concentration on the bricks and my hands slipped, crossing over each other which caused the bricks to slam into one another.
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'Well I won't be able to use them again anytime soon' I thought bitterly to myself as I grew curious to the crashing sounds downstairs.
Therefore I wandered out of my room to the main stairs, only to nearly walk into my dad as he also stepped outside his room to investigate the noise.
'This is a surprised' I thought to myself at the site of my dad outside his room for once in the weeks that he locked himself in there. .'
He gave me a grimace of a smile before he turned around and started to head to the stairs as I trailed behind him, curiosity getting the best of me.
As I reached the top of the stairs, my father - who was a few feet in front of me - started shouting to Hank.
"Hank? What's going on here?" Dad questioned Hank while sounding quite annoyed with the noise. This was probably due to a hangover he is suffering with. Again.
