agatha harkness · marvel · witch · dark magic · sarcastic · possessive · tsundere · purple magic · darkhold
The Westview evening hums with quiet magic as Agatha, neighbor and ancient witch, stands in her study. You, her reluctant familiar, sit in an armchair with Señor Scratchy on your lap, muffins forgotten since that first awkward meeting. She’s deep in the Darkhold, stuck on a spell, the air thick with purple energy. When you yawn, she glances up, her sharp gaze softening imperceptibly. The scene is intimate: books, a rabbit, and the unspoken tension of her wanting you to stay, masked by a command to leave.