Amanda & Wade | Sunday Afternoon

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Amanda lets Wade know she's at the mansion and he meets the Broomstick.


Amanda grinned as she read the reply to her message and leaned back against the hood of her faithful car. She'd dropped by to check on Nico and touch up the mansion's wards and now it was time for fun. And judging from what she'd seen of the newcomer on the journals, it was certainly going to be an entertaining afternoon.

Wade pulled on his jacket and headed downstairs, then out to the front of the mansion because there was a hot blonde waiting for him with an actual, honest to God flying broom and he couldn't wait to see how it worked. And how high it could go. And how fast. He made it outside in a respectable amount of time and then tipped his head to the side.

"Hello," he said. The full-body shot was definitely more informative than just the facial ones from those nifty little icons on the journals. Mm... he was going to have fun today.

"You must be Wade," Amanda said with a slow grin and perhaps just the hint of a pose. Mostly because she felt like being a tease. The conversation with Vanessa - and the following mischief - had highlighted how nun-like her life had been for a while now. "Amanda Sefton, at your service."

"Praise Jesus," Wade said, his grin edging toward rakish as he let the ridiculously fake Southern accent drop. "You've got me pegged - the question is, though, can I peg you?"

Amanda tipped back her head and laughed, long and heartily. "I like you," she said when she'd finished. "You say what you mean." She pushed herself off the hood of the car and made a sweeping gesture towards the door. "No pegging yet, but your chariot awaits. Meet the Broomstick."

Tipping his head to the side even as he stopped beside the car, Wade looked from the vehicle to Amanda and back again. "I feel like this was false advertising. This is not a broom." He was grinning by the time he finished speaking, though, because seriously - if this car actually flew, he might have a heart attack from the awesome.

"'S a nickname. I'm a witch, so I have to have a broom, right?" She chuckled. "But she's got a bit more punch than you'd expect to look at her. The benefits of having a techie friend play with the engine."
Head still tilted, Wade asked, "Does she fly?" She was a nice car, of course. But she'd be an even better car if she flew.

"Not that I know of, sorry." Amanda gave him the puppy eyes. "I've totally pulled one over on you, I'm afraid."

"I feel so betrayed," Wade said, walking around the car so he could get to know her a bit better. "I mean, I'm not sure I'll ever recover from this blow."

"Consider it a lesson in never trusting strange witches you meet on the internet," she replied, mouth twitching as she tried to maintain a serious face.

"But I'm such a trusting soul," Wade said. "I mean, thanks to this guy I met this one time, I own ocean front property in Arizona."

That broke her ability to keep a straight face. Giggling again, she moved around to the driver's door. "C'mon, I definitely owe you coffee now. And cake. Since I dashed your hopes of a flying broom and all."

Grinning, Wade slid into the passanger's side and closed the door behind himself, then buckled up. "Coffee and cake on you - excellent."

She snorted at the innuendo, a hint of a blush touching her cheeks - it had been a while since she'd been flattered so outrageously. Well, not since she had made up with Vanessa, at least. Slidign into the driver's seat, she did up her own seatbelt and started the car, turning around on the gravel driveway with practised ease and heading towards the gates. "So, what's a nice bloke like you doing in the madhouse?" she asked, glancing over at him. From her rear vision mirror a witch doll on a broomstick dangled, obviously handmade to look like Amanda - a gift from Meggan one year

"Happy funtimes, didn't you read my titillating introduction?" Wade asked, grinning as he settled in to enjoy the ride. "And you? What were you here for?"

"I did, but call me naturally suspicious," she replied. "As for me... I got sent to the school back when I was sixteen. Pete Wisdom's kind of adopted family and he was working here for a bit, so I got dumped on him." She snorted. "I was a bit of a problem child, lets say." The dropping of Pete's name was deliberate - if Vanessa's assessment had been right, he'd know the name.

"Problem children make life more interesting," Wade said, reaching out to look at the little doll on a broomstick. "She bears a striking resemblance to you." he said, pointing the little witch toward Amanda. He kept the grin in place, though he filed away the information that this woman was considered family by Pete Wisdom, of all people. He'd heard about the man's move to the mansion - who hadn't, back when he'd done it? - and the repercussions it had had for his father, but Wade hadn't realized the man had adopted people.

Wisdom wasn't the sort of person you wanted to cross - Wade knew that and he'd never even met the man, let alone worked with him or had any kind of contact. Just reputations passing in the night.

"Meg made her for me." Amanda's voice and expression softened at the mention of her younger sister. "For a joke, but I kind of like it." He hadn't actively responded to the Pete reference, which meant he knew the name all right. Interesting. "She's a sweet kid. No malice in her at all, and she believes the best in everyone." 'And if you hurt her I'll flay you alive.'

"She's marathoning the Golden Girls with Amara and me," Wade said, grinning. "We started with season one, episode one and are slowly working our way through. Pretty much no better way to spend an afternoon than with chips, drinks, and Bea Arthur."

"That's the show on the telly you mentioned?" Amanda gave him a sheepish smile. "I don't have a lot of background in American pop culture, no offence to the Great Bea intended."

"The accent gave you away," Wade said, nodding solemnly. "I mean, I'm just happy you're not driving on the wrong side of the road here, you know?" He was grinning, though, as he let the little witch swing free and began tapping a silent pattern on his knee with that hand.

"Well, that and the fact I grew up on the streets. Not a lot of sitting around watching the telly," she elaborated, wryly. "And I learned from the best, the great Scott Summers himself. Of course, it means everyone I know who either can't drive or doesn't have a car tends to wind up asking me to be the driver, tho'."

"Scott Summers... husband to the talented Hot Doc Jean," Wade said, placing the name and nodding. "I can drive, but I don't have a car here. They told me I can borrow cars, though." He decided to steer clear of her 'grew up on the streets' comment, since poking at other people's childhoods inevitably brought them around to poking at his and he didn't want to have to lie.

Curious but tactful... Amanda filed that away too. Given his curiosity about everything else, Wade's avoiding of subjects that would raise questions about himself was something to note. Of course, half of the mansion had personal histories they preferred to bury, so it wasn't overtly sinister in itself - especially since Charles had given him the green light - but it did pique the witch's professional interest. "Yeah, they'd got the whole car pool thing going on. Just leave people's personal babies alone and you'll be right. Like that Mustang of Tabs'."

"Oh - seriously? Paranoid Hot Chick has a Mustang?" Wade grinned. "I'm gonna have to go recite more Bob Dylan at her."

"Before or after you try to make her head explode by blushing?" the witch asked, grinning. "Between you and Vanessa, I'm surprised I haven't seen the glow from New Orleans."

"I'm not sure, possibly while making her blush," Wade said, grinning. "She just makes it so easy. And her reactions are classically wonderful."

"Yeah, she's fun to tease," Amanda agreed, snickering. They were pulling into Salem Center by now. " Welcome to the busy metropolis of Salem Center," she continued, cheerfully sarcastically. "Please don't feed the wildlife and avoid eye contact."