#rpers feel free to reply with a time jump or by stumbling on the scene of the crime =P

[exceptionalcameo]

The Calm After the Storm

It had been so loud. Every sense thrumming, drowning in it, as all that magic arced through the air and slammed into her. Now, in it's absence, the world felt quiet. And Agatha? Agatha felt more alive than she ever had…like she'd never truly noticed what it felt like to fully be aware of her own body.

It was with new eyes, she looked around at her coven. Girls and Women she had grown up with, of whom she only ever managed to fake comradery with…never well enough. Whatever she tried, they always saw through it. Agatha had always been kept on the sidelines trying to figure out how to break in. Still, she hadn't thought them capable of this. Over what - rules set down by old hags who'd never shared a crumb of Agatha's natural talent?

She stepped down from the pyre, moving over to the only one who really mattered, to Agatha anyway. That was love for you - even after everything, she couldn't help it - Evanora was her mother. It was the moment, in retrospect, that taught her her most important lesson: love was a weakness and she would never be that vulnerable again. The Harkness amulet was Agatha's, by birthright if nothing more…but it would always be more.