The moon was what stood out on the sky, the familiar-looking trees as well as each leaf laid in a calculated manner.

Your eyes wandered around that place curiously, as if something deep in your chest found it all familiar, everything very right and wrong at the same time—a mixture of longevity that intertwined with the unknown of the fog.

Agatha smiled in a somewhat evil way, dragging her fingertips down your back as she looked you up and down. In the centennial witch's mind, all that was going on was how similar you were to someone... Wanda.

But in a way, that was just a detail, after all you were just a teenager, one who ultimately reminded her a lot of Nicolas too, which made everything much more difficult for her, who wanted to protect you at all costs, take care of you, like a daughter.

From the beginning Agatha knew who you were. The familiar aura, the way your eyes moved and you wrinkled your nose. It was almost annoying, but that was what made her want to protect you even more.

"Careful with the rock." She snarks, pulling your wrist a little to avoid an obstacle along the way, such a harmless act but that meant everything to you.