@witchavenger
Emma didn’t know what she could do with herself now. She had lost her students. The very reason she changed everything about her. Though she did join the X-Men, it didn’t always agree with her. The school was borderline empty. The hallways used to be brimming with eager students. Eager minds. Maybe that was what she missed the most. That it was not only empty in the school but also her head. She felt them fade away in her mind and it felt like nothing she could put into words. Enough to drive her insane.
Working from her office in Frost International, the receptionist came in, seemingly awe struck as she stood there. “Abigail, if you aren’t going to start knocking then I suggest you brush the dust off that thing you call an art degree.” Looking up, behind her receptionist was the famed woman herself. Emma locked eyes with the Avenger before leaning into her seat. “Close the doors and the curtains.” She commanded which the assistant did. “Leave and I’m not to be disturbed.” After she was done, Emma stayed silent for a moment before she finally spoke.
“And what can I do for you, Miss Maximoff?”