Wanda Maximoff

North, as my favorite German, you really must tell me - are these friends of yours? If you've been withholding the fact that you know a codfather, I will be highly cross.

http://munchies.vice.com/articles/the-german-fish-mafia-is-blowing-up-cars-and-making-bombs-over-sandwiches

They take themselves rather seriously. Acid attacks, blowing up cars, planting bombs (fake or no). All on the orders of this codfather (no, not ever stopping saying that).

Edit: the link keeps breaking. I believe they may be onto me. If anyone smells a strong odor of fish in the mansion, send help.

I will be arriving at the mansion shortly but I am stopping first to pick someone up on my way there.  If someone could kindly restock my room with wine, I would greatly appreciate it.

Oh, and I suppose I have missed you all. Or at least Especially the ones who restock my wine.

No, you are not having a hallucination. For those that have seen me since we returned from Genosha and wondered why I have not hared off for yet another country, it is because I am staying put. At least for now.

Stephen and I have returned to New York for the time being as I have come to realize (with a timely intervention from someone who will remain anonymous) that what I was doing was not really helping. We're regrouping, both ourselves and our sources, and tackling it from a different angle.

So, this means you're stuck with me for the foreseeable future.

I'll be around if anyone would like to play catch up.

We were able to get my friend back and that wins a lot of goodwill from me.

Let us see if it will be enough. I have just gotten back from the mansion and had enough time to shower before my phone was ringing. It seems Stephen has managed to complete the arduous task assigned to him oh so long ago - he's managed to complete the inventory of Professor Harkness' museum and he's requested that I come and look it over with him. As soon as possible.

I think the dear thing wishes to see the outside world.

Amanda, care to tag along? I am booking something for tomorrow morning as I desperately need some sleep but I would like to make sure there is nothing there that will come back to haunt us. Again.

Also, Mr. Ramsey? When you awaken, there is a present atop your desk and, no, I do not apologize for the fact that your desk will now smell like smoke. Occupational hazard, I'm afraid. Also, consider this a souvenir from Prague; do not say I never bring you anything. (Keep me informed if you find anything before I return? I believe you will understand my special interest in this data.)

And for once? I am going to bed, early, and sleep until I race off to England in the morning.

My apologies for disappearing (though not completely, Amanda and a few others knew where I went) but I holed up in a very, very expensive local for a few days while I tried to piece myself back together. Fair warning, my powers seem to be - misbehaving lately. I am sure it is just due to the stress of the fight but please let me know if you see strange things when I am around.

Well, perhaps I should say stranger than normal, anyway.

I am home now, though, and more healed up than I was last week though some of the fingers are still fairly broken.

For those at the mansion - I might not be 100% at the moment but please do not hesitate to get in touch with me if you need anything. I am just so very sorry I was not around when everything happened.

I think I may have just shocked Amanda speechless when I actually remembered that it was my birthday today.  It seems like it's every year that she has to remind me - my lovely brother woke me this morning to complain about turning the ripe old age of 35.  Unlike Mr. Cranky Pants, I welcome another birthday.

It means nothing has eaten me yet and I can get as many drinks off of people as I can.

Speaking of which, I'm heading out for drinks.  Who wants to join me?

I can understand creatures crawling out of sewers. I can handle exploding people before my morning coffee. I can even deal with Jubilee before breakfast.

I, however, cannot fathom why there is a cold, sopping half-swamp in my gym.

My pants are soaked, my favorite weights are moist, I haven't had my coffee or my work out thanks to a million puddles in my gym.

I demand answers or heads on spikes.

Well, according to my never wrong assistant, today is my birthday and, as such, demands to be celebrated in style.  And if not style, then with copious amounts of drink.  I am about to jump onto a conference call for the next hour or so but after that, to the pub, where I expect to find many of you there to wish me happy birthday and shower me with love.

Ta.

I just had Milk Duds for breakfast. Perhaps I should rethink my eating habits.

You're going to Vermont with me this week. I have a conference to attend and since someone is withholding vital information, I deemed it appropriate to not inform you that you would be coming with me.

Don't worry about packing, darling, I already did it for you. Nice boxers, did you get new ones?