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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 10, 2007 18:03:05 GMT -5
Wanda sensed where Jean's thoughts lay; in the past. "We were an odd family to say the least, but I think we all have something that the current students can't achieve."
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Post by jean on Aug 10, 2007 18:05:56 GMT -5
"What's that, Wanda?" Her mind returned to the present.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 10, 2007 18:10:54 GMT -5
She shrugged. "I guess...a family-like bond. There's too many students for them to be as close as we were."
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Post by jean on Aug 10, 2007 18:14:35 GMT -5
Jean wiped her hand on her pant leg, transferring the dirt left from the rock, and reached for Wanda's hand. Her smile lingered on her lips, happy that Wanda could be just as nostalgic as she was.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 10, 2007 18:17:19 GMT -5
She gave her hand to Jean, a small smile on her face. While Jean and Ororo had been closer, Jean was always like a sister to her. And Ororo too, for that matter. "I almost miss the days when we would go out to the City together and break curfew," she said.
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Post by jean on Aug 10, 2007 18:19:10 GMT -5
Jean laughed, "Well, we could still do that. The only difference is that we don't have to be back by a certain time... Which, now that I think about it, probably takes away a bit of the excitement of it all."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 10, 2007 19:13:06 GMT -5
"That it does," she said, nodding. "I don't think Uncle would really care if we stayed out until three in the morning drinking, either." She hadn't really been a partying type of person when they were all teens, but she had on more than one occasion gone to one, with the others. And Uncle always seemed to know about it the next day, which helped keep her from going back out.
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Post by jean on Aug 10, 2007 19:18:48 GMT -5
Jean smirked, "Well, he might care, but he can't really do much about it, now can he?" She leaned back on her hands again, reclining.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 10, 2007 19:57:11 GMT -5
"He'd be concerned," she corrected. "But he wouldn't confine us to the Institute, now, would he?"
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Post by jean on Aug 10, 2007 20:01:34 GMT -5
"Nope. That he can't." Jean felt the conversation begin to be more friendly, as their conversations used to be. "So, have you been seeing anyone lately?"
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 12, 2007 12:33:41 GMT -5
"Other than Pietro?" She asked, humor in her voice. "Jean, I rarely leave my room, let alone the mansion."
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Post by jean on Aug 12, 2007 12:36:10 GMT -5
Jean chuckled, aware of how close Wanda and her brother were, "Then do you want to go to the city some time? You can pick the club."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 12, 2007 12:42:18 GMT -5
"I'll think about it," she said. She wasn't too big on clubs, and Jean knew that.
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Post by jean on Aug 13, 2007 20:04:20 GMT -5
Jean smiled at her and quipped, "Okay, great."
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