@ellarosalieharris and I plotted <3
Wanda yawned to herself as she began down the steps of the Sanctum's grand staircase, wearing some sweats and a hoodie. A beautiful spring sunrise currently filtered through the high windows, illuminating her path to the kitchen. It was quiet in the halls, but that was to be expected. In the few months since she'd begun living here, she'd realised that there were very few permanent residents to the Sanctum, only enough sorcerers to keep the place running. And now, her.
"Oh....good morning, Stephen." She greeted when she opened the door to the kitchen to find the sorcerer sat at the table, drinking from a teacup and reading. The sight of him had stopped her dead in tracks in her quest to find something to eat and a hot beverage, preemptively blushing.
Over the months that they'd been living together, something had been developing between them. At least, that was what she thought. Sometimes she struggled to tell whether he felt the same or whether it was in her head and they were just friends. "Uh, is this just brewed?" She asked, desperate for something to say as she gestured to the teapot that was sat in front of him.
















