Miss Turner dropped the soap into the sink as she was washing her hands, "I...I don't believe so." She dried her hands and dusted off some flour off of her Lolita skirt. "I mean I've only been her a couple of days." She avoided eye contact as she focused on finishing the mini pie.

"... Hm" Wanda shrugged and looked away from her again, her eyes drifting around the room. She could fix the lightbulbs and things she had broken, but really? What was the point? Eric could afford new ones.

Miss Turner had met Wanda before, back when they were both locked up at the same insitude. She just didn't want to admit that the hairless figure who Wanda had met was her. All the staff refused to look at her as a girl, Miss Turner was sure Wanda had done the same.

"So you met Eric at the school or something yeah?" Wanda asked, rather bored at the moment.

"Hm? Oh yes. I met your father at the school. He teaches History. Your dad can certainly go on rants, Miss Wanda."

"Pfft. You're preaching to the choir" Wanda rolled her eyes and gave her best impression of her father-which was a bit over bearing, "They'll burn down your houses and loot your corpse just for looking at them cross-wise. Or better yet, if you avoid eye contact all together, they might rape your women with a crowbar and throw you in a camp to starve to death instead!"

Miss Turner chuckled, " That sounds about right. Though the rants have become less and less as the semester has gone on. I havent seen you around the manor. Do you live else where on the island?"

"Ha, duh" Wanda rolled her eyes, "Dear daddy and I don't exactly see eye to eye on... hm... anything? I wouldn't be caught dead living under the same roof as him. It's enough to even be on Genosha, his stupid friggin pride and joy. Mutant power forever" she punched the air sarcastically, "at least not everybody here is like him-though half the damned population treats him like a god. It's like they don't even remember all the complete and utter Bull he's done. Well I'm not gonna forget, somebody has to keep his ego in check. I think I'm gonna go mess up his room." she added as an after thought and bounced to her feet.

A little yell could be heard as Wanda pushed back the chair. And little Lucas, having escaped his little baby play pen, lay on his back looking up, smiling at Wanda. "Wun. Wun. <3" He reached up toward her.

"He has done terrible things. But he is trying to change. Trying to open his perspective of things..."

((Also, Wanda didn't tell MIss Turner her name :p))

"I'll believe that when I see it" Wanda looked down at Lucas, "Heeeyyy...." she wasn't really that much of a kid person, "You do know you're saying it wrong right?" she poked his belly lightly, "wan-da. Waaannnn Daaa"

"Won da." He tried after giggling happily when Wanda poked him. He clearly wanted to be picked up.

Miss Turner chuckled, "Seeing is believing." She walked around after setting the timer, "Little Lucas you are a puzzling one. He always seems attached to people who normally won't approach him. He was crawling after Sabertooth yesterday." She knelt down and picked him up, " Here, have you held him yet?"

Lucas looked very interested in being in Wanda's arms.

"No thanks" She waved the offer aside, "I'm really not into kids. Adorable from afar, that's how I like it" she eyed Lucas, "still can't believe you're my brother's spawn" she poked his tummy again.

Little Lucas looked rather sad up at Wanda, his little lip going. He'd managed to grab hold of her finger this time round and didn't seem to want to let go.

"I think you hurt his feelings."

"-_- I think that's my cue to leave" she pried her finger back from his clinging hands and headed for the door. "Talk to me when you grow up kid."

As Wanda drew further away, Lucas got more and more upset.
"Wait Wanda!" Miss Turner leapt in front of the door, "He's smarter than he looks, say you're sorry." The crying got louder as Lulu reached toward her, very upset over the whole thing.

"Seriously?" Wanda looked skeptically at the child, "... Look kid, it's nothing personal. I just prefer people I can, y'know, actually talk to and don't wear diapers. I'm sure we'll get along fine when you've grown up a bit."

As Wanda spoke, Lucas seemed to calm down more and more. "See? Aunty doesn't hate you." Miss Turner said, wiping the little tears from his face.

"Won-da?" He seemed to ask.

With a sigh she nodded, "That's right. I don't hate you. I just... x.x he just wet his diaper, didn't he?" she plugged her nose and backed away, "oh yeah. Get yourself potty trained Lucas, then we might talk"

Little Lulu giggled and clapped his hands.

"Babies just want someone around them- Oh. I guess he did. x.x" Miss Turner makes an face. "...I'll just go... give you back to your Daddy." Miss Turner had never changed a diaper before Your mini pie shouldn't be must longer Miss Wanda." She said hurrying out of the room.

"... awesome" Wanda waved the air to disperse the stench.

Miss Turner returned a few mins later, seconds before the timer beeped. She pulled on her oven mitts. "So if you don't live here, are you just visiting then?" She asked.

"Sort of" Wanda replied, "Eric mentioned something about needing to know magic things. He doesn't know a lot of people in that field other than me"

"I see." She placed the pie in front of Wanda with a couple scoops of ice cream. Sitting down, she had a glass of ice tea. "Odd, Miss Ambrose knows quite a bit of magic. Perhaps she's looking for something." Miss Turner wondered out loud.

"Oh yeah?" Wanda asked between mouthfuls, "Jebus this is good. Is she the floozy Eric's been seeing lately?"

"..." Miss Turner grabbed hold of Wanda's pie holding arm, stopping her from eating the yummy pie. "Miss Ambrose is not a floozy. She's a wonderful person. So much so in fact, that even though she wasn't a mutant your father was able to accept that. Just like he's accepted me even though I am not a mutant." She suddenly let go of Wanda's arm, a bit of pie flying off the fork.