A new arrival

[Magneto]

Magneto pondered his situation for a moment, unsure of the next step. Here he stood, face to face with a very large and up until now, unknown demon from his past. Magda was a very important part of Erik's life, something he could never forget nor would want to either. In a way, Magda had made Erik the figure he was now, had made him Magneto the mutant terrorist. He had loved her, still loved her, but when she left him, taking his children with her, Erik sort of snapped. He had no anchor anymore, no one to help him keep his sanity in the face of those who would seek to destroy him and the happiness he lived for. Magda was all Erik had at the end, all he needed. His family and friends were gone and almost everything he knew had been erased and wiped away...all, save her.

With a heavy and troubled sigh, Erik nodded his head in agreement to Wanda's request, almost as if he dreaded doing so, but if he truly did, then why didn't he just send her on her way. She could be trouble for him, but he knew she had not come here to openly seek something such as that....not right now anyway. If Wanda wanted to bring him down, she seemed like the kind to do so herself and not with any help from anyone else. "If you like, I'm sure there is a spare set of clothes about somewhere. I'm sure Pyro would be more than glad to fetch them for you," he said turning his gaze quickly to the boy before he could escape to whatever false safety he could conjure up. "As for the room, there are plenty upstairs, take whichever free one suits you, daughter of Magda," he said, purposely referring to her as "Magda's" daughter and not his. There were still things to be discussed and before he openly declared Wanda as his, he would have to know more. "I would wish to speak to you more and after you have settled yourself in, meet me in my room, Pyro will escort you," he said, officially assigning his protege as Wanda's little shadow so to speak.

[Wanda Maximoff]

Behind her well-schooled features, which she keeps in an attentive smile that gives nothing away, Wanda smiles at Magnus' response.

Her request had been to the boy, but by repeating it at once as a granting of the request and an instruction to the boy he'd avoided any appearance of lost authority. Even more interesting, it didn't seem an intentional counter, which meant he was either as consummate an actor as she was, or the habit of leadership was ingrained in him.

And yet... and yet. His response to the locket, his lack of response to her comments about Magda, his body language, they all spoke of uncertainty, hesitation. Was that an act, as well? Was he trying to draw her out, make her overconfident, before he struck? Or was it real... and if so, what did it signify?

A building full of enigmas. She looks forward to unravelling them.

She nods to Magnus, a shallow inclination of the head, peer to peer. "Your hospitality is gracious, Father." Then she turns back to the boy. "Lead on, then."

[Wanda Maximoff]

(continues in ten questions, in Quarters)