"What about this one?" Eddie offered "I mean we did say we would at least look into it cause it had the same actor who played that hot eunuch soldier guy from GOT."
"Finally, he settles. Talk about doom scrolling."
Billy tries his best to block out the sounds of his not-so-wanted companion as he turns to glance at the pulled-up show details when, really, he is busy glaring at the ghostly figure lurking in a shadowed corner of the shadowed bedroom.
Billy does his best to keep from blushing a deep scarlet as he fishes around blindly for something other than a bed sheet to cover himself in before risking standing from the bed.
"Hum. Blame your boytoy kiddo, he's the one who smudged those ruins you had keeping me out on the way in here." Agatha was already explaining, but she does at least hold up a not-so-solid hand to shield her eyes as she inches closer to the end of the bed. "But don't worry, I only came in after the bed stopped rocking." The spectral witch of a woman defends, "Oh, Interview with a vampire." She noticed with a pleased grin when Eddie had set the opened computer aside for a moment to reposition himself against the head of the bed. "You know, fun fact actually, Rio and I were-"
"Sure, whatever you want." Billy was already agreeing, talking over Agatha's smug boasting. "Hallway." The hurrying Maximoff hissed under his breath to the softly giggling specter.
"Huh?"
"I said I'll go make the popcorn." Billy covers. "Don't start without me this time," he playfully scolds.
Agatha was already rolling her eyes out of the corner of his eye as again he flicked his head towards the hallway in a signal to her. "Alright. God, are all Maximoff's so bitchy after a tumble in the sheets?"
"Hum, perfect." Eddie agreed. And that depends on how quick you bring me my movie munches this time. And no more burning the popcorn, alright? " Eddie warned, his tone also sleepily playful, with his face washed in the glow of the computer screen brightening the shadows of the low-lighted bedroom.
"So, as I was saying." As soon as the bedroom door was closed behind the retreating young magic user, Agatha was already saying. "about that Interview plot line."
"I'm not interested," Billy snapped, brushing past rather than thinking about the spectral woman invading the landing to the stairs.
"Rude," Agatha scoffs, already following him down the stairs. But I'm going to tell you anyway, so why bother trying to get away from me?" she prods.
Billy rolls his eyes grumpily, tugging out a box of microwave popcorn.
Rather than truly put it in the microwave, Billy only flattened the package out against his palm, his fingers already cracked with easily summoned magic.
"Honestly." Agatha huffs as the buttery smell of the 'cooking' snack food as well as the sounds of exploding corn kernels filled the quiet of the darkened kitchen. "you Maximoff's have to be the most powerful purple users other than me, of course, and you and your mother use your talents for the most unmagical things." She heckles.
"I'm not up for Eddie being upset again cause your nitpicking burns up-"
As Agatha is already cackling in amusement, he stalls out as the starting flavor of over-timed popcorn begins stinking up the small space.
"Hey, hey. Language, young man." Agatha quickly scolded at the string of non-English spoken curses that began spilling from his lips. "Sure, I let it slide when you and your boy toy rocked the mattress, as I think the kids still say today, but not right now."
Billy flips her off, coughing a little as he hastily tosses the blackened bag into the sink to cool down before hiding it in the trashcan and pulling a replacement bag out of the dwindling box stashed in the kitchen cabinet.
He decides actually to put this one into the microwave.
"So that Les guy, you know, dark and broody and for some reason, played by Tom, not so Cruzing in the movie adaptation."
"Yeah?" Billy asked, only mildly listening as he leaned back against the countertop, listening to the small popping thumps pinging against the swelling popcorn bag slowly revolving in the low light of the powered-on microwave.
"Don't tell me, he's based on you."
"Oh no." Agatha waves off. "He's all Rio." She says. "She made me when she let me live at birth; she was the one to teach me to read and gave me insight into becoming the badass witch I am today."
"You mean the dead witch being a pain in my backside?" Billy questions, picking at the already peeling black painted nail polish decorating his fingers rather than keep up the useless action of glaring through the hovering spirit of his fallen coven witch.
"Nope, that particular pain was all caused by your black heart, Ethan, still warming your bed upstairs." Agatha fires back with an unamused grin.
"Eddie." Billy corrects.
"Whoever," Agatha shrugs off. "And come on, Billy boy, even you have to see I'm obviously the taken inspiration for that Louis guy."
"Billy. I'm hitting play, I swear to your mother. Get up here with my show snacks." Eddie shouts out with a prodding warning.
Agatha chuckled low in honest amusement as Billy yelped in response, dragging the half-made popcorn bag from the still-buzzing microwave. Blue embers of magic finished the job as he scrambled back towards the stairs.