The Daily Lives of The Owl Familia:
Where Odalia?

Summary: Amity comes home after having dinner with Luz, her family, and friends, and finds something shocking.

Timeline: Two hours after the End-of-Ghoul-Break dinner at the Owl House

Amity made sure her concealment stone was activated and hidden under her shirt before she reached the border of her home. She let out a sigh as she looked at the manor and prepared herself for the scolding she was about to get.

Despite it being the weekend, Odalia always wanted her children home by six. The Blight Head always said that being on time and keeping time was a good trait to develop earlier on. In the end, Amity had lost track of time and was now thirty minutes late getting home.

With another sigh, the Abomination witch made her way to the front entrance and entered the house. She expected to find her mother behind the large doors readying with a scolding, but found…

"Healer Oldstone?" Amity squeaked out.

She knew that healer was called in because of a favor her ex-teacher was owed; she had expected the odd healer to be gone by now. The Cousin of the witchling's ex-friend looked up at Amity and offered her a smile.

"Amity, perfect timing," Willia said warmly.

Amit felt a ping of worry go through her as she got closer to the healer. "Is my family okay, Healer Oldstone?" she asked worryingly.

"You have nothing to worry about, your older siblings will make a full recovery," the odd healer replied gently, and that got a smile out of the young witch. "It's your father who has me worried. Do you happen to know where your mother is? I would like to speak with her."

The smile disappeared from Amity's face as she thought over the healer's words. "My mother isn't here?" she couldn't help but ask.

"No," Willia replied simply. "I haven't seen her since I first arrived and I have searched the entire manor."

Amity frowned as she thought over this development more; it was the weekend, and she knew that her mother liked the pamper herself on the weekends. So not being here at the end of the day was a little odd.

Amity filed this into the back of her head and looked the Healer in the eyes. "What's wrong with my dad?" she asked curiously.

Willia put on a soft smile and a hand on the witchling's shoulder. "It's nothing you need to be worried about. Your father is just a little malnourished, and that led him to have trouble fighting off his fire-flu."

This caused another ping of worry to go through the young witch, but she hid well as she said, "Will he be okay?"

Willia's smile grew slightly as she took something out of her robe. "It's like I said, he would be fine. Alador just having a bit of a tough time dealing with the Fire-Flu. Nothing a little Mold and Flu potion couldn't help."

Amity took the sheet of paper and looked at the standard potion recipe, one that someone could get at any corner potion. She pocketed the paper and looked at the healer.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Amity asked.

"Just made sure you're father doesn't do anything for the next couple of days," Willia explained kindly. "In his state, he could seriously hurt himself if he doesn't recover."

Amity nodded and smiled as she said, "Thank you Healer Oldstone. You didn't have to do this, but I am grateful for your help."

Willia put on a motherly smile as she replied, "I owed a favor to Lilith and I know how stubborn your mother could be with comes to things. I had dealings with that woman during her youth."

That caught Amity off guard. She didn't know that her mother went to a street-level healer like Willia Oldstone. She wanted to ask more, but the odd healer decided it was time to leave.

"Now, if you will excuse me, dear, my brother's making dinner, and I need to hurry home before he blows up our house…again."

Amity, feeling a little confused, watched the odd healer leave. She didn't know if the old witch was joking, but quickly decided it was best to leave things as it was, and checked on her family.

As she made her to her sibling's room, one thought ran through her head. "Where is mom?"

(Where indeed)

In some alley in the worst part of Boneborough, a young male witch cautiously made his way in. The witch, Davis Dualheart looked behind his shoulder to make sure that he wasn't followed, and knocked on the wall on his right two times.

A cloaked figure suddenly appeared to the young scout's left.

"Do you have the item?" the figure asked mysteriously.

Davis was wary of the figure in front of him but took out the scroll to one of the most dangerous spells on the Isles.

"Here it is," the young scout replied.

Though the cloak hid the witch's face, Davis could feel the arrogant grin the witch was sporting.

"I knew this was the best time to steal one of those spells," the witch said arrogantly and held out a hand. "Now hand that over."

Davis looked at the witch's hand and took a step back. He held the scroll to his chest and looked defiantly at his employer.

"Can I have your word that you would hold up your end?" Davis asked.

The glow from an oracle stone lit up the witch's face enough that the young scout could see the sadistic grin on his employer's face.

"Oh, trust me, dear, we both are about to get everything that was so unjustly denied us for so long."

(M Corner)

This was the third mini-chapter I was debuting using for the end of Ghoul Break but didn't for a couple of reasons. The main reason was that the ending broke the lighthearted mood I was using for the first story.
The other reason was that I thought this chapter made it too obvious who the mastermind behind the theft of the curse was, but I'm just fooling myself at this point.
Now, with this chapter out of the way, we covered the missing points on Ghoul Break, and will now be moving on to The Raven Will Soar parts. Stay tuned.