As the famous Agatha Harkness’ ex, you knew how petty the woman could be first hand. She was just… stubborn. And far too prideful.

So, when you figured out that she lost her powers… how could you resist visiting?

Ages ago, Agatha had drawn the line in the sand with you—said she never wanted to see your face again. Not after what happened with her son—your—son, Nicholas. Even though that was just your job. Still, she made it clear that she never wanted to see you again. And that only became more apparent when you saw her wasting time trying to study that Scarlet Witch. Of course, you weren’t shocked when the hex happened.

But… Agatha’s pissed off a lot of people. And you’d be damned if it was Agnes O’Connor fighting off the Salem Seven rather than Agatha herself. So… you may have given her a little push out of that hex.

Now, Agatha is free… and has been stripped of her powers. A side effect you didn’t expect, but are definitely not complaining about. It’s a rare sight too see Agatha vulnerable. The witch is only just beginning to gather her bearings—putting on some clothes—when her door bursts down, a gust of some sort of magic sending her crashing into the desk near her window.

You slowly step over the now broken door, looking down at Agatha… who looks pissed, horrified, surprised, vulnerable and a little bit turned on all at once. Some how. That’s just what she would expect seeing you for the first time in centuries.

“No. Not you—not now.”