TWO DAYS BEFORE THE Wandavision FINALE:

The last thing I expected was to run into the Scarlet Witch, even more so to get trapped in her spellbound fantasy world.

"Thalia! We've got a customer!" Ophelia, my part-timer, said from the front desk of the spa.

Thalia Van Dalen is who everyone in this ever changing town believes me to be, a witty business owner with a knack for gossip. Unlike the rest of this town, I still have all my memories from before Westview.

Having exited my office, I was met with the sight of a familiar avenger. The redhead gave me a tired smile as we made eye contact.

"Hi, I wasn't sure who to talk to about getting a facial. Between the twins and having my brother in town, there doesn't seem to be a moment of silence at the house." She joked, fidgeting with her hands.

"Trust me, I get it." I laughed, only half-joking. "Family can be stressful."

Being a minor goddess, I should know.

"I'll give you the works for a discount: Facial, massage, and hair treatment." I laughed, guiding the younger witch to the spa area. "I'm Thalia, I own the joint!"

"I'm Wanda, thank you so much! You really didn't have to give me a discount." She protested politely.

"I really did! It's Discount Thursday!"

"That's not a real thing!" She called my bluff, placing her hands on her hips.

"No, it's not, but I can tell when someone is in desperate need of a break and you, my friend, are a neon sign." I grinned at the woman, handing her a mini KitKat from the bowl at front desk.

"Thalia knows all the best tricks to help you relax!" Ophelia chirped, handing Wanda an allergy form. Just to make sure we don't have any customers break out in hives.

"And her hair is fantastic!" Ophelia added, gesturing with her metallic manicure.

"Says the woman with gravity defying hair." I laughed, before motioning for Wanda to take a seat at the facials and mani-pedi area.

"Now, Ophelia will take care of the facial. I'll get the massage area ready and light some incense." I said as Wanda handed Ophelia the allergy form and sat down.

I walked into the back room, grabbed the incense and some ingredients for a relaxation spell.

After setting up the spell in the massage room and lighting the candles and incense, I started muttering the verbal part of the spell in Latin.

My eyes suddenly started to glow white, just before I was launched against the wall by red magic.

"What are you doing?! Who are you?!" Wanda's voice echoed amongst the ringing in my ears.

"It was a relaxation spell, also known as my job." I sighed, already exhausted from dealing with baby witches. "And my government name is technically Circe."

"What do you want from me?" The redhead asked in confusion, her chaos magic swirling around my neck.

"Literally nothing, except the money for your treatment." I admitted, fanning away her magic and casually standing up. "I'm literally one of the oldest and most powerful witches in history. There's nothing I could want from you except not to get manhandled."

"You hexed my hometown, Wanda. I didn't seek you out." I added, trying to calm her down and make her see sense.

"I don't believe you."

"Fine, I'll prove it." I sighed, moving my right hand in a circular motion. Sparkling ivory magic swirled around my hand. "To prove that I'm too powerful to want anything from you and bare no ill will, I'll reverse the hex on Ophelia. Only Ophelia."

I snapped and Ondine walked in, seemingly very confused.

"Okay, what the fuck?" The blonde siren groaned, giving Wanda an exasperated look.

"Point proven?" I asked the redhead, crossing my arms and waiting for her response.

"For now." Wanda muttered, her accent slipping back in, as she looked at me stunned.

"Now, do you still want the massage and hair treatment or not?" I asked, trying to get back to my job.

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Seekest Thou The Road

After seeing Agatha Harkness try and leech Wanda's magic, I must say it was very entertaining to see her play cop.

"Lady Death and Agatha Harkness? I did not see that coming." I told Ondine, curiosity sparkling in my eyes, as we watched 'Rio Vidal' breaking into Agatha's house across the street.

"A very chaotic pair." The siren agreed, as Rio spotted us, the green witch giving a mocking wave.

"As long as they don't try to kill us, I don't really care." I admitted with a shrug, without another word, we continued on with our walk to the house.

The content silence eventually being broken by the sounds of a struggle from across the street.

From Agatha's house.