Amity was taught at a young age to never interact with those that do not benefited the Blight name. Since this was something she was taught at a young age, she never thought anything of it. Until she does, that is.

She started thinking of the reasoning behind this certain Blight rule. And sure, she's been uncharacteristically revaluating her family's rules and values nowadays, but this one irked her the most.

Why must she only speak with those who are on the same level as her? What's so bad about talking with others that are on the other side of life? Does she only have to talk with others that are on the same social status as her? Why should she speak with people who only care about who she is rather than what she is? Why can't she speak with people who actually care about her well-being? She's been having these kinds of thoughts lately.

The first time she had utter those thoughts was during a formal party at one of her parents' ally's mansion a few weeks ago. (They don't call them friends, they consider them as allies.)


Formal parties are normal to her, and it can never stop being so boring. She hates it.

She hates having to stand around in an uncomfortably dress, with an abnormally small sized food on a fancy plate, and having to act responsive to whoever she was talking to. Not that she had a choice to who she had to chat with at a formal party, basically everyone there was an option for her to talk to as her parents considered them "of benefit" to the Blight name. (Unlike most outside of the formal parties she was forced to attend to.)

"—so I told the boy to never speak to me again," the person she was talking to, who was a girl her age with dark blonde hair that was tied into a braid, as well as having dark brown eyes, said before sighing, "Seriously, I can see why he would want to talk to me, I mean, look at me, but why should he embarrass himself by talking to someone of higher status than someone as poor as himself? The boy was practically wearing a sack! It's preposterous. Although, I do see why he doesn't have the common sense to think of that simple thought." She shook her head in annoyance.

Amity blankly nodded. Her mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of "has it been an hour yet?" and a certain human. (She doesn't understand why the latter was a normal occurrence on her mind at that time, leaving her very flustered.)

This was normal for her in formal parties. Someone would come up to her and initiate a conversation (A Blight always attracts attention wherever they go. It just shows their power and how much superiority they have compared to others), then she'll tune her brain out as the conversation went on to focus on other, and what she considers, more valuable things to spend her energy thinking on. And since this was normal to her, it's almost second nature to nod along to whatever the other was talking about.

However, there was some words that would make her snap out of it. Sometimes it would be new information about a certain topic that she was interested in, or sometimes it was a little fun fact that she thought was interesting. it was usually gossip that manages to not gain her interest.

This time, her attention was snatched back with just one mention of one certain friend of hers. The one friend that she actually cares about (to an extent, of course, not like she likes her or anything. Totally not).

"—can't believe that they let a human into Hexside, like can you believe that?" the girl said with an incredulous tone. This snapped Amity's mind back to the unknown girl, "Seriously, it's totally absurd. A human? Learning our magic? I heard that they don't even have a magic bile sac! Besides, why would they allow such a puny, idiotic creature like them be enrolled into one of the most prestigious schools in the Boiling Isles?"

Amity couldn't speak, she was too infused with anger and some previously unknown emotions to make proper sentences at the moment. However, the other girl was not finished.

"Can't believe Hexside stoop that low. And all for a human! Humans are so weak! What can they do? Breath fire? They don't even have a magic bile sac... Hey, come to think of it, aren't you a student at Hexside?" the girl asked.

Amity blinked. "Huh? Oh, yes. Yes, I am a current student of Hexside." "The Top Student to be exact. And as the Top Student, I should tell you that talking about another person behind their back is immature." Of course, she couldn't actually say that out loud. Her parents would murder her for defending a human if they ever found out. (A Blight does not defend others who "deserve it", by that, she meant in an unjustified way, and in this case, defending a human of all creatures would be against that rule.)

"So, what is your opinion on the human? Are they just as weak as the gossip told us they were?" the girl asked in a whispered like voice. Amity wanted to roll her eyes, but a Blight must never act rude in front of someone as prestige as they were. (She assumes that the other girl was of high class since they were in a party that only invites those who are on the high end of the social ladder.)

"Actually, she's rather strong." Amity was not lying. She remembers the time Luz shook her hand with a strong grip. The human was surprisingly strong for her appearance. This makes her flustered for some strange reason.

"Really? Huh, guess the human has one trait to her," Amity felt her blood boiled, "In any case, have you heard about—" Amity tune out her conscious again.

Her mind was replaying the words that came out of the other girl's mouth. It made her annoyed. Should she be annoyed at this? It wasn't as if she was new to the whole gossiping thing, she was friends with Boscha for Titan's sake, but something about talking bad about the human made her uncomfortably angry.

But... why? Why was the girl looking down on Luz for being a human? Is it just because of her species, or is it because of what they've been taught about humans? Why did she looked down on Luz so much in the first place?

This then leads to the question of: "Wait, why should I follow that rule?"

That rule, referring to the rule of not interacting with anyone lower than your social status. The rule that led her to cutting off ties with her only real childhood friend. The rule that led her to only be friends with Boscha and the rest of her posse. The rule that led her to be closed off.

She decided to do something about it. In secret, of course. Baby steps counts as steps, after all.

She made a decision. No, she made a choice. A choice that she's very terrified of her parents if they ever found out. A choice that would very likely make her siblings tease her even more than they do. A choice that would probably affect her social life in school.

A choice that she was going to be proud of, because it's going to be the first decision she would make that doesn't involves her parents watchful eyes. Why?

Because she is choosing to hang out with Luz, the human and her maybe crush, and her little group of friends in the Owl House. Hanging out with those her parents would definitely not approve of. And she'll not regret it.

("...Why is it called the Owl House in the first place if it isn't about frying owls? What do they even do there? Ugh, I should ask Luz about it. Seriously, I've been wondering this since the "library incident". I need the answer to feed my curiousity. Oh, I hear my annoying siblings coming in.")


Author note:Remember the last chapter when I said that I had two other chapters that were under editing? Yeah, I'm done with those and more. Thanks for reading, have a great day/night.