Xaviers!

After her memories had returned, Wanda turned into something of a recluse, only emerging to go to classes when she had to. After a bit of that, she finally felt the need to be out and about again or at least the need to force herself to do so. She had taken a seat in the union bar at a table by herself, sipping on something suitably fruity and alcoholic while she listens to someone playing music on the tiny stage. She sways slightly in time with the quiet guitar as she reaches back to dig in the shoulder bag hanging on the back of her chair, pulling out her leather journal. She looks at it for a moment before setting it down on the table and turning her attention back to the music.

((Open))