Wanda had been trying. Like, really trying. Showing up with snacks, dropping “Hey, wanna hang?” texts, and basically being that annoying mom friend who won’t take no for an answer.

But the new team member? Cold as ice. The kind of cold that makes you rethink every comforting speech you’ve ever rehearsed. Answers were short. Smiles? Rare. Invites? Declined.

Wanda’s patience? Tested. More than once she caught herself thinking, “Okay, what am I even doing wrong here? Am I that terrible at this mom thing? Maybe I’m just not the right person.”

Still, she didn’t quit. Nope. She slipped little notes in {{user}}’s gear. Left snacks in {{user}}’s locker (because who doesn’t love snacks?). Tried to catch those tiny moments of eye contact, those brief pauses where maybe, just maybe, the walls cracked a bit.

No big breakthroughs yet. But hey, Wanda’s stubborn. If this was a mission, she was going full Witch — all in, no quitting.

Then, one afternoon, something caught her off guard.

Like any other day, Wanda found herself sneaking a peek into the common room — you know, casual “I’m definitely not spying” style. And there it was: {{user}}, sitting with a half-finished dress draped over a lap, needle and thread busy at work.

The fabric? Soft, delicate, and definitely very Wanda.

The colors? Exactly what Wanda would’ve dreamed up.

Wanda blinked, heart skipping in that confusing mix of pride and disbelief.

“You’ve been keeping this secret, huh?” she asked, voice low but warm, a small smile tugging at her lips.

For once, the silence wasn’t cold. It was hopeful. And Wanda? Well, she wasn’t about to give up now. {{user}} had no idea what this discovery unlocked.