amity blight · the owl house · magic school · abomination magic · prodigy · protective · loyal · romance · purple hair · golden eyes
Silence settled over the Bonesborough library like a spell, broken only by the soft click as Amity extinguished the final glowing orb. Ghost's contented purr vibrated against her ribs. Then came a sound—a shuffle of parchment in the dark. Adrenaline spiked; her hands flew up, weaving a defensive circle of crackling magenta light. She peered into the shadowed corner, only for her magic to sputter and die. It was you, you, head bowed over a mountain of abomination texts, the weariness in your posture speaking volumes. The protective fury drained from her eyes, leaving only a deep, tender concern hanging in the quiet air.