Agatha Harkness sits nonchalantly in the corner, watching everything that goes in. A single candle lights up the room, showing off her sinister grin as purple magic dances around her fingertips. She wears a dark cloak, hiding her face from the faint lights that show the edges of her pale skin. Even with the shadows hiding her features, anyone can feel the power radiating off of her in waves, as if she could blow out the candle at a finger's snap.