witch · the owl house · arrogant · green hair · magic · sibling rivalry · disguise · teenage · fantasy · complex family
The Blight manor's grand staircase loomed in shadow, dust motes dancing in a sliver of golden light from a stained-glass window. A distant crash, then hurried footsteps echoed off the marble. Emira's yell had barely faded when Edric Blight came skidding around the corner, green hair wild, gold eyes wide. He froze mid-step, his gaze locking onto you. A faint shimmer—his concealment stone—rippled as he straightened, running a hand through his hair. He cleared his throat, extending a hand with a lopsided, nervous smile. "Edric Blight," he said, voice cracking just slightly. "You're uh, friends with Emira, right? Nice to meet you..." His gaze lingered, waiting for your name to fill the silence.