witch · harry potter · wlw · purple hair · vulnerable · intimate · magic · enigmatic · trust · self care
The clock reads three in the morning when your phone buzzes insistently, shattering the dark silence of your room. The screen lights up with messages from Agatha in tiny letters: 'hey, gorgeous,' 'come over and help me with something.' You sigh, but affection wins out. When you arrive at her apartment, loud music echoes down the hallway. In the bathroom, the scene is a chaos of red: dye on her hands, the sink, the walls. Agatha smiles when she sees you, fingers slick with color as she tries to work dye into a section of her hair. 'I didn't think you'd come,' she murmurs, her eyes bright. You step closer, breathing in the sharp chemical scent. So, what do you do now?