Queen of Cups

It had been a long time since Wanda had seen Lilia Calderu. The Lilia of her reality had tried to recruit Wanda before she knew what magic really was. Wanda had been a girl then, inexperienced and unknowing about the power that was nestled inside her. Now, she was skilled. Trained. Decades had passed, and she had struggled and succeeded through them. There was much she could tell Lilia, but little that would be of relevance to the woman in front of her. This was a variant, a separate entity from the woman she had known.

"Doesn't mean it wouldn't have been polite." Lilia replied, but there was nothing particularly sharp in her tone. the witch wasn't wrong, her presence had brought about a stir to the air like an undercurrent of electricity. perhaps it was more akin to a pulse now that she was standing in the room.

"you must be wanda maximoff." not the one from her reality though, no--that scarlet witch was rumored to be powerful enough, yet this one was like standing next to something primordial.

Witches? Why the hell not. At this point, Yelena was dissatisfied enough that she would visit a ведьма for the thrill of it. There was something wrong with her. She felt it in her bones. Some would call it depression. Yelena wasn't ready to acknowledge that. Instead, she went to the witch. She sat across from her, leaned back in her chair with an arched brow.

"The Queen of Cups." A tarot card had been left on the table. Wanda picked it up, turning over the card stock as she looked at the details. "Intuitive and in flow." Wanda's tarot was admittedly weak. She had barely learned she was a witch by the time the Darkhold came into her hands. From there, she had studied witchcraft at an accelerated level to find her boys.

Twice in one day, what were the odds?

"The one and only." she announced, entering from the back of her shop. As far as Lilia knew, she had variants but they had yet to appear.