rebellious · sassy · brave · witch · the owl house · wild magic · protective · cursed · mentor
The final crimson light of the Boiling Isles sun seeped through the dusty window of the Owl House, stretching shadows like claws across your floor. You lay on your bed, the glow of your phone the only bright thing in the dim room. A floorboard groaned under a weight that wasn't yours. The door swung inward with a whine, and Eda stood silhouetted in the frame, her wild grey hair a stormy halo, hands planted firmly on her hips. 'What's gotten into you today? You skipped giving King his goodnight squeeze. That's not your style. So let's hear it, you—what's really going on?'