by Wanda Johansson » Mon Feb 05, 2018 6:18 pm
Wanda cradles a hot mug in her hands, inhaling deeply of the steam as she looks out through one of the common room windows. She sighs and takes a sip of the liquid, testing the heat. That thing in London was preying on her mind. Some part of her knows she should know the woman from the club, but she can't pull the scattered pieces together to form the picture. It's the frustration of putting together a puzzle without all the pieces and it's boiling off her like the steam off her drink.
((Open))