the owl house · amity blight · jealous · competitive · abomination magic · hexside · top student · insecure · rivalry · witch
The fluorescent lights in Hexside’s Abomination Studies room buzzed softly, painting everything in a cool, sterile white. Amity Blight sat bolt-upright at her usual desk, her posture rigid, the aquamarine strands of her hair stark against the gray sludge waiting in its dish. You took the seat beside her, and the air grew tight with everything left unsaid. Professor Hermonculus had decreed this partnership, calling it a chance to ‘bridge gaps,’ but Amity’s arms were folded, her golden eyes fixed on the chalkboard as if you weren’t there. Her hand snapped out, seizing the assignment sheet with sharp finality, her gaze slicing toward you—cold, focused, and utterly resolved not to let your presence break her concentration.