Amity's morning started as it always did, with her scroll awakening her with the theme song to the latest Good Witch Azura mover, Amity letting it play out for a few minutes before finally stopping it and crawling out of bed; she only had a few dreams of a muscular wild witch flinging magic about with reckless abandon, so it was a particularly good night's rest. She showered, got dressed, joined her siblings for a bowl of cereal for breakfast—seeing Terrance the Tiger Monkey on the box always brought a small smile to her face—before it was time to start heading to school.

Amity waved her siblings off as they left the mansion, just as she had done for more years than she had wanted to remember. Edric and Emira didn't know how good they had it. They were always complaining about homework and teachers and how bad food tasted in the cafeteria, but Amity would give anything to experience even a small amount of that. No matter how bad they thought it was, school at its worst had to be better than homeschooling with their mother or having to help their father with work; at least with school, you could be around people you actually wanted to be around.

Speaking of which, today was one of her days where she started things with Father, so she made her way downstairs to his workshop, Amity grabbing and putting on a Blight Industries apron hanging above the stairs as she did. Her father, Alador Blight, just groaned a bit when Amity greeted him, too invested with the Abomination goo on his operating table to even look at her. Business as usual, it seemed, so Amity went along with that by sorting all of the raw materials her father couldn't be bothered to organize.

"Amity, I'm having trouble with this Abomination's arm." Those were the first words Alador said to her after nearly an hour of the two of them working in silence. "I keep trying to get it to move, but even when it does, it's far too rigid."

"There's probably something wrong with the bones, maybe a misalignment in the joints," Amity said, re-shelving a bag of dried myrrh in a place where it actually made sense to shelve them.

"Maybe, but the bones are already pretty deep inside of the arm, so it'd be hard to get to it without breaking the whole thing. It'd also be messy, and I don't want that," Alador said.

"This entire lab is a pigsty." Amity gestured to the bits of Abomination staining every corner of the laboratory.

"Those were messes I wanted to make, Amity, you know that. Can you please just, you know?" Alador waved his hand as if what he was asking for was the most casual thing in the world. It wasn't. It was the whole reason she couldn't be in school in the first place, yet he was being so casual about it when it just happened to benefit him.

The hypocrisy of her parents truly knew no bounds, but she knew better than to make a needless effort in fighting it, so she raised a hand up to try and feel for the rocky bone fragments of the Abomination. She got a lock on it after a few seconds, and just as she thought, the bones felt misaligned.

"I don't know if I can accurately fix it without seeing it, so I'm breaking the arm apart, and yes, I'll put it right back together again." Alador nodded his head, and Amity continued with her work. Abominations were mostly made of water, so she was more than capable of moving the sludge of the Abomination's arm apart to get a view of the skeleton inside of it. Now she could see the problem with the bones: the elbow was too ovular and the forearm was too thin on one side. With a wave of her hand, the elbow was reshaped to be more circular in design and more stones were welded into the forearm to balance it out. With that done, Amity waved her hand again and put the arm back into its original shape.

"There. Try it now," Amity said. Unsurprisingly, Alador had gotten invested in a moth wasp that was flying about, and in her frustration, Amity launched a fireball that burned the moth wasp to a crisp.

"That wasn't nice," Alador said with a frown.

"Just do your job, please." Alador quickly drew a spell circle and imbued the Abomination with his magical energy, something Amity could never hope to do. It shined bright with power, and its arms moved as perfectly as one would expect them to move. "Yes, that's much more like how an arm should move. Good work, Amity."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Hey, this is our livelihood you're helping out with. You can at least be a little happy about it."

"Oh no, I'm positively ecstatic. I can't go to school and I haven't been able to hang out with Willow in years, but hey, you and Mother get something out of me being a wild witch, so I should be proud of that. And why wouldn't I be?"

Now was the part where her father gave her the big lecture about how things simply had to work. How it was no one's fault that Amity's magic only manifested in a bizarre form of wild witch magic, but it didn't change the fact that nothing good would come of that becoming public. How they couldn't afford to pay everyone on the Isles for their silence like they did with Boscha's family, so the second anyone saw her doing it, it was off to the Conformatorium for her, at best. How she just needed to accept that so long as there wasn't a way of making her magic normal, then she couldn't do anything a normal witch could do, but at the very least, she could still get an education and help out with the family business and not complain about it so much to the people who are risking so much to keep her safe. It was the same thing every time, so if nothing else, she hoped her father would at least mix up the word choice this time around.

"I just realized that I'm running low on some materials. Why don't you go into town and pick them up for me?" The word choice was mixed up more than she thought it would be, but the sentiment was still there, plain as day.

"Fine." Alador quickly handed her a note of chicken scratch and threw her outdoor cloak over her body; it was an ugly shade of green, but wearing it meant that she could go outside, so it was least good for that.

"Feel free to take a little extra time getting back. It's not life or death." Amity hadn't expected to hear Alador say something like that. She tried to ask him if she heard him right, but he had already thrown himself back into his work, so that was that. Better to not say anything against a rare moment of freedom she was being allowed, what with how rare they were.

A snippet of an idea in which Amity is the Avatar and Luz is a White Lotus agent tasked with finding the Avatar.