xp_logs | Wanda and Betsy

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Wanda's relaxing in the sunroom when Betsy comes in for some meditation. She doesn't get around to it, but they touch on the subject of famous people, Scott and a ladies night out. Be afraid, be very afraid. {Oh yes, spot the meta. Cookie to those who do. ;)

The quietness of the sunroom is what repeatedly brought Wanda back. If she timed it right, she could normally grab it during classes, when most of the students were busy elsewhere. Eyes half closed, she idly flipped through the book on her lap, enjoying the sun far too much to be able to concentrate on reading. It was not surprising her how much she was relaxing in the Mansion but it was surprising her how much she liked being here. There was an atmosphere here that was comforting and exciting at the same time.

Betsy walked soundlessly into the sunroom, hoping for some time to meditate. Dressed in black sweats and tanktop, Betsy padded over to the far end of the room and began her exercises. Sitting indian-style, Betsy stretched forward, catching sight of the other individual within the room. She recognized the woman immediately. Wanda Maximoff. Betsy immediately summed up the woman carefully. Scott had mentioned her and at his apparent discomfort, she knew there was more to the story than he led on. "Hello," Betsy said, cheerily.

Blinking, startled, she sat up in the chair. "Hello." The woman looked familiar. Similar to the familiar feeling she had with Alison. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Either you are incredibly quiet or I was half-asleep. Probably both, now that I think about it."

"This room has the tendency to do that." Betsy said talking over her shoulder. She brought her right leg out and leaned on it stretching the muscle. "Comforting in that way. Besides, I have a tendency on sneaking up on people, it comes with the territory." Betsy paused, noticing Wanda's peculiar expression. "Are you alright?"

"I _know_ you," she murmured, "and I cannot place it. And I'm being terribly rude, though you probably have guessed who I am. I'm Wanda Maximoff and you are...?"

"Oh, I'm sure you're mistaken," she said nonchalantly. "People always tell me that I look like someone they know, especially with the hair." Betsy turned quickly away from Wanda, trying to hide her amusement. "It's nice to meet you."

Quickly, Wanda ran a mental check. No, she had never met this woman. But she looked...oh. That's who she was. With a snort of laughter, she settled further back in her chair. "Nice to meet you to, Miss Braddock," she said wryly. "I swear, first Alison Blaire and now Elizabeth Braddock. This is an odd household."

Betsy smile grew. "Found out, am I?" She offered her hand to Wanda this time. "Betsy works just as well. Elisabeth sounds too much like my mother. But yes, Xavier's is a school of the incredible. How're you enjoying your stay here?"

Reaching over, she shook the offered hand and grinned. "I'm rather enjoying it, actually. So many interesting people. The anthropologist in me is screeching in delight. And everyone's been so wonderful." The name finally clicked for something else as well and her smile grew. "Oh, you are the one with Scott, yes?"

Betsy's smile froze in place. Right. Something was definitely up. "I'm glad to hear that you're getting comfortable." She turned back to her exercise, starting on her other leg.

"Is it something I said?"

"No, not at all." She stretched out from her position and unnaturally purple eyes locked in Wanda's face. "I'm not use to people asking me about my personal life, in here, most people already know. But yes, Scott and I are involved."

"I find that it is better that I find out who is with who before I make an ass of myself," Wanda replied, hooking one leg over the other. "I apologize if I appeared rude. I'm an open person so I do not stop and think that not everyone is like that. Scott told me himself but I just wanted verification since I'm not sure if there is another Betsy in the mansion."

"Well, I've been told I'm a bit uptight. I'm slowly working on it, but old habits die hard." Betsy kept her gaze leveled on Wanda. If this woman was as open as she claimed. "So, by asking me of my involvement, are you announcing an interest in Scott?"

She chuckled at that. "Honestly? I was until he nearly dropped a wrench on his foot and told me he was taken. So, no, no interest. I have been burned too badly by mucking about in things of that nature. Too much heartache, too much trouble and not enough gain."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Betsy replied. "Leaps of the heart can get a bit nasty. Nothing is as painful as men who are still firmly attached to the other woman."

She shrugged. "I was young, I was stupid and he could be very charming. Professor, philanthropist." She sighed and smiled softly. "He was such a man of _vision_. But could be cold and heartless. I learned my lesson and do not care to repeat that particular one. So you do not have to worry about me, ever."

Right. "So, it seems like you're on the prowl." Betsy joked. Leaning back, her tank top rose above her flat stomach as she stretched. Satisfied. She collapsed bonelessly onto the floor. "That felt lovely, it's felt like ages since I've stretched out like that."

"For fun, yes, for something serious?" She shuddered and grinned a little bit. "Flirting is in my blood. Some would even call it a coping mechanism if you can believe that." Wanda eyed Betsy on the floor and chuckled. "The body is always much happier when you get back into a normal routine like that."

"It's been too long," Betsy admitted. She rolled over to her side, tucking her arm under her head. "Coping mechanism, you say? Well, there are more than available fellas around. I'm sure we can wrack you up something "fun" in a pinch."

"One doesn't get kidnapped every week," she said dryly, her expression changing slightly at the last sentence. She grinned, a bit of wildness shooting through her eyes. "Oh? Alison and I gossiped but I don't think we hit the available men."

"I can help, if not in the school. Westchester has a variety of pickings, if you ask me. We could make a girl's day of it." Betsy said, excitement in her voice. "Make it a proper event, a true welcoming to the school. It's been a while since the ladies have had a night about the town."

It was almost slightly scary how enthused the other woman was getting about it but it _did_ sound like fun. And it was an excellent way to really get to know the ladies of the mansion. "That sounds like fun," Wanda remarked, starting to get into the idea. "In fact, it sounds like a great _deal_ of fun."

"It will be." Sitting up from the floor, her mind working around the specifics. "It'll be interesting to see if we can get Ororo out and about."

"I haven't met her yet, though I've been assured that meditating in her green house is fine. It has been hard meeting everyone, with everything that's been happening lately."

"It'll take time, but I'm sure you'll make due." Betsy reassured, running her hand through her slightly tangled hair. "It doesn't take long for a person to decide whether the school is for them."

"No, it doesn't." Wanda rolled her eyes in amusement. "I am already volunteering to help Nathan out with scribing the Askani's history, so I'm not sure how long I will be here."

"I'm sure you'll fit in fine then." Betsy mused. She stood up and stretched out once more. "I didn't get any meditation done, but I'm glad we had this chat, Wanda. I'll get in touch with you when I manage to harangue all the ladies together."

"Please do, that sounds too good too miss. Take care, Betsy, and I'll see you around."