Greetings pups! Originally this chapter was going to be smut but I figured that we could use some more Boscha lore. I am a simp for Boscha with the mullet haircut. Boscha's sister makes an appearance! I couldn't think of any names for her so yeah. In my culture we say 'Your coyote ears are showing.' this means that that person is up to no good or is being nosy and listening in on people. That's what I meant by the ear thing. Boscha's little sisters coyote ears are showing. Let me know if Ya'll want to see the Smut chapter. I have it written up. Btw, Blight Parents have no rights in my fic. They can step on legos.


Boscha stood far off towards the end of the parking lot. It gave her a good view of the lot but no one could really see her unless they were looking for her. It was perfect. Grey eyes watched Amity and Luz giggling as they got into Susie before taking off.

The witch was glad that her best friend had found someone she actually loved instead of someone her parents forced her to be with. She couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. She wanted someone to actually love and be loved in return.

Boscha knew that she was starting to like Willow more than a friend. The plant witch seen her at her most vulnerable. Something inside of the pink witch felt happy that Willow was even giving her a chance despite her bullying her for no good reason.

She scratched at the hair pooled around her shoulders.

Sighing, she crawled behind the wheel of her car. Starting it up and driving home. The drive was quiet, nothing particularly catching her attention. Dread started to settle into her bones the closer she got to her house.

The car rolled to a stop outside her mansion. Getting out of the car and walking towards the house that seemed much taller than it actually was. Egg outlines still stuck to the wooden parts of the house. The witch flung open the door and quickly made her way to her room. Not wanting to deal with her mother.

The bedroom door creaked open. Shelves were filled with sport trophies. Her bed took up the majority of the room. A clean bathroom was off to the left whilst a small table with random bunches of fabric sat to the right.

Boscha scratched at the hair around her shoulders. Lately the pink locks were becoming more and more of an annoyance. Shaking her head the witch moved over to lay down on her bed. Leaning over the side to hook her phone up to the speaker.

Music started to pour through the speakers. A man singing whilst beats played in the background. Boscha laid back down on her bed letting the music wash over her.

The witch was so sick of her mother. How she always pinned the children against one another. Her thoughts drifted towards her younger sister. How that spark of childhood youth was gone from her different colored eyes.

She scratched at her hair.

The whole problem was her mother. She wasn't always like this. Boscha could remember a time when her mother was actually decent. That was a long time ago, when her father was still around. Her father had three grey eyes just like her and her youngest sister. Well, she had her father's eyes. Her baby sister had both.

After her father left, all hell broke loose. Their mother turned cold and pushed the siblings to fight one another. To be the best. Boscha couldn't help but snort at that. The witch had an inkling that her mother was compensating. Pushing them to be the best because she herself wasn't the best either.

Boscha growled in frustration as she started scratching at the hair around her shoulders. She sat up as the itching persisted. Grey eyes settled on a pair of shining pink scissors on her dresser. She distinctly remembered using them to cut some fabric for her latest project.

As if by auto pilot her hand reached out and gently grasped the scissors. Stiffly walking into the bathroom, the witch stared at herself in the mirror.

Her father's grey eyes stared back at her.

Emotions bubbled under her skin overloading her nerves. Her hands shook as they reached up towards her pink locks. The sharp sound of the scissors cut through the still air of the bathroom as pink tresses fluttered to her feet. The hair around her shoulders were gone and with it the emotions Boscha has kept locked up for so long.

The itching was finally gone.

She leaned on the sink and took a deep breath before looking at her reflection. The sides of her head were cut short almost to the skin. The top of her head was a little longer than finger length. Her mane doing down her head before stopping at the base of her neck. A small smile made its way onto her face as she took in her ner haircut. The hair was short and didn't reach her shoulders.

It was perfect. She no longer had to bear any weight on her shoulders. The grey eyes in the mirror were hers. Not something that reminded her mother of her father.

A shy knock could barely be heard over the music. Boscha hastily cleaned up the hair before opening the door. She blinked down at who was at the other side.

"Blake?"

Blake. Her little sister stared up at her. Holding a bundle of something in one arm and her small slitherbeast plushie in the other. Boscha immediately recognized it as the same slitherbeast she had won for her at the fair a few years ago.

Blake stared up at her sister with wide dual colored eyes. Walking past her confused older sister she plopped down on the bed and started unwrapping the bundle.

Shrugging Boscha closed the bedroom door. The plush carpet muffling her footsteps as she mad her way to sit down next to her sister.

"What did you get Blakey?" Boscha asked. Mentally fawning over her how tiny her sister was compared to her bed.

"I got food for you Bubba." Blake answered. Shyly gesturing to her bundle resting half open on the bed. Her small hand reached out and brushed the one of the corners to the side. Inside the bundle was a loaf of bread, cheese and jerky.

Boscha's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you get all this?"

A guilty look washed over her sister's face. Her multi-colored eyes looking around the room.

"Blake." Boscha huffed.

"I stole it from the kitchen.." Blake answered quietly, hugging her plushie for dear life. She heard her sister sigh and scoot closer to her. Blake immediately stuck herself to the older witch's side, enjoying the warmth.

"You little thief." Boscha chuckled. "You're really growing into your ears Bam."

Boscha wrapped an arm around her sister. Reaching over to grab a slab of jerky from the bundle. She handed it to her sister, the youngest giving her a look before taking it.

Boscha grabbed her own slab and chewed silently. Her grey eyes drifting towards her sister. She noticed that Blake's plushie had a tear in one of the limbs. Gently, she grasped the plushie and tugged on the leg. The stitches frayed and pulled out of the fabric.

"What happened to Sid?" Boscha asked.

"Barbi said that stuffed animals are for weak little babies." Blake huffed.

Boscha shook her head. A smile small worked its way onto her face. "You are a baby though."

"Am not" Blake protested. She stood on her knees and shoved her older sister.

"Are too!" Boscha laughed. The older sibling grabbed her sister and to mercilessly tickle her. "You're my baby sister. Say pixie!"

Blake squirmed and flopped trying to get away from her sister's strong hold. Tears started to run down her face as she laughed. Her stomach starting to hurt. "Pixie!"

The hands tickling her sides stopped. Blake laid there for a moment trying to catch her breath.

Boscha laughed. Popping a slice of cheese into her mouth, she grabbed Sid and made her way over to her small sewing table. "Let's fix up Sid."

Blake excitedly jumped off the bed and skipped over to her sister. She eyed her sister's new hair cut. "Why did you cut your hair Bubba?"

Boscha snorted and shook her head. "I needed a change."

Blake was young but she wasn't that dumb. Accepting that her sister didn't want to talk about it she crawled onto her sister's lap. "Can you teach me to sew?"

"Sure."