Among Us

From that night on, Amity was beginning to believe hell existed. Not only did she have to be a student, but she also had to be a tutor, secret witch-in-training, and now babysitter all at once. The last one listed being the most difficult of them all. The human--Luz--had an awful sense of timing in just about every way possible. Like now, she was trying her best not to lose it as she was pestered with ridiculous questions. 'Why do we share the same lunch?'

"Are your teeth actually sharper than humans?"

"I don't see why that's important...but yes."

Luz jotted something down in that notebook they always seemed to carry, "Why is that? Can you show me?"

"I don't know, diet probably? And no way."

"What do witches eat then?"

"Food. Now please be quiet, I can't even hear myself lose the will to live."

"Amityyyy..." Luz whined, the witch refused to respond, instead trying to focus in eating.

She was in the middle of taking a bite when she felt something poke her ear, it immediately stiffened at the touch, "Luz!"

"Sorry! They're just too adorable and--" Luz curled into her notebook at Amity's furious blush, "--I'll just stop talking."

Amity inhaled and exhaled slowly, "Thank you."

"...so are witches naturally as pale as you or--?"

The witch didn't even try to stop her head from banging against the table.

Luz didn't give up. Oh boy, she certainly did not give up. Amity was discovering just how many classes they shared together, which turned out to be half of them. And of course Luz sat next to her in every single one of them. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't." Amity deadpanned, not even looking up from taking notes.

Her smile dropped, "Oh..."

She sighed, somehow she felt a little bad. "You don't let up, do you?" Amity asked quietly to avoid getting the attention of the History teacher.

"Is it...too much?"

"I'm not used to people who want to ask me every little thing they can about my life."

"...is that a bad thing?"

"I honestly don't know. You confuse me."

"I do?" Luz inquired, eyes wide.

"Yes!" Amity said tightly, not necessarily frustrated at the human per say, more with her own lack of understanding. "I've been told all my life the human world was a dangerous place where magic was considered evil. That I'd be killed the moment anyone thought I might be a witch."

"Then...why did you come here?"

The witch couldn't help how dark her expression had become, "None of your business."

Luz looked conflicted, but dropped it, instead writing in that same notebook from earlier today.

It piqued Amity's curiosity, and she'd gladly take anything over thinking of why she was in this world, "Why do you always have that thing?"

The human immediately shut it, sliding it down to the side of her desk Amity couldn't reach. And was that a blush? "Nothing."

For a moment, she panicked. Was the human planning something against her? "Show me, if it's really nothing then."

"I just don't think you want to see what I have in there." Luz said hastily.

"Oh no," Amity leaned in close, a habit she seemed to have when it came to this human, "I really do."

Luz suppressed a shivered, she wasn't sure how to describe what was happening...but Amity looked absolutely predatory. She could see just how much sharper those teeth were when the witch got that close, add the piercing gold eyes and her breathy voice really did not help her mind stay on a straight path. "L--later," Luz managed to choke out after her gaze wandered a little too long, "I'll show you later."

Amity's posture relaxed into what Luz had dubbed chilamity, blank and unreadable. "Good. After school, the spare music room no one goes in. Got it?" Her tone left no room for argument.

Luz gave a quick "Mhm" in confirmation, more focused on slowing down her heart rate. 'That says more about me than I like...' She watched Amity easily go back to taking notes, as if she didn't just nearly give Luz a heart attack. '...I apparently have a thing for a grumpy witch with trust issues who has a tendency to invade my personal space. Good to know.'

"Ah ha...jodete."

During the last class the day, she made sure to send a text to the group chat.

Luz: I'll be staying after school for a bit guys. I'll still be able to come over to The Owl House, just have to...take care of something =w=

Gus: You make it sound like you're going to kill someone

Luz: Ha, more like I'm going to be killed

Gus: Wait what

Willow: Luz what's going on???

Willow: You are grounded from death, Gus and I forbid it

Gus: Yeah, if you die, I'm taking your stuff

Luz: Guys I'll be fine

Luz:...call if I don't come around by 6. If I don't answer, I've been killed all the way dead

Gus: By WHAT though?!

Luz didn't answer for a moment, but decided on a word that has been gaining more and more meaning to her lately.

Luz: Magic

The door was too daunting to knock.

Luz wondered if she should go to the hospital instead of the empty music room. The amount of sweat coming out of her hands could not be normal, and the shaking too.

God she was nervous.

She almost made an entirely new notebook just so Amity wouldn't see the rambles or outright embarrassing things she had written in her witch notes. "I really should have written it all in Spanish..." She inhaled, resigned to her fate, and raised her hand to open the door.

But instead, the door flew open, and she was yanked inside the room.

"Ah--" Her arms flail in attempt to gain a sense of balance, the barely does, whirling around to see Amity quickly shutting the door. Her finger twirled in a circle, the click telling her she had locked the door.

Well then.

"Hey Amity!" Luz tried. "You uh...have a nice day?"

Amity rolled her eyes, "Just get over here and show me that notebook."

"Why do you want to see it so badly?" Luz asked, holding it close to her chest.

"To make sure you're not going to get my siblings and I killed." The witch snapped. She had finally had enough, snatching the notebook and opening it to a random page, "I swear if I find any signs of betrayal I'll--," She cut herself off as she read, a pink tint slowly forming, "--I'll..."

Luz let out a pained whimper, 'Death in 3...2...'

"What kind of notes are these?!" Amity demands, holding up the notebook to one of the first pages. "You--explain yourself now!"

"Uh well, you see I..." Luz carefully took the notebook back. Maybe if she said something sort of confidently, she'll get off the hook? "...I get distracted easily? And I'm not blind you know, when people are pretty or cute, you tell them!"

Amity looked just about steaming now, and Luz really hoped it wasn't from anger. So she continued, "But I couldn't tell you all that cause I didn't know you. So I put it in my notes, along with some wild theories on what you were. See? No betrayal. Just...my dumb rants I never thought would be seen."

The witch wasn't saying anything, seemingly content to grip the desk and look ready to combust. Finally she said, "You are so fucking confusing Luz Noceda. I don't get you at all."

"And I don't get you either," Luz retorted. She held out her hand tentatively, "But maybe we can get each other...together?"

Amity glared at her, but it didn't hold. It fell away into something more subdued. She took Luz's hand in her own, the latter doing her best not to think of how soft the witch's hand was. Or how that black nail polish suited her in all the right ways.

Ahem.

"This doesn't make us friends but...I guess I shouldn't keep assuming the worst of you." That blush returned, but was more red than pink, "And please stop writing about how 'adorable' my ears are. Or...everything else you have on those two pages alone."

Luz smiled, "I'm no liar, so...nope!"

"I'm genuinely scared of what else is written in there..."

They looked at each other, and for once, there wasn't any tension between their respective gazes. And surprising them both, Amity was the first to laugh.

Luz was transfixed. The gradual cracks of Amity's cold exterior melting away into laughter, light and open. The way her eyes crinkled, how her ears twitched up...

Could you fall in love with how someone laughed?

'Sorry Gus, Willow...I really was killed all the way dead. Death by Amity Blight's laugh. It was a good death.'

After the witch settled down, it was as if she had suddenly remembered they were still holding hands. She jerked away, and Luz let her go reluctantly. "Uh...just don't let that thing be seen by anyone else, okay?"

Luz smiled again, it felt softer somehow, different than before. "Okay."