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Their first meeting... could have gone better.
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Technically, Luz and Amity’s first meeting was when Luz was pretending to be Willow’s abomination. But considering that started with Amity yanking Luz out of the sludge pot and demanding to know what she was and ended with the witch willing to let her be dissected... Yeah, neither of them quite count that as their first meeting.
But their (literal) run-in at the Covention didn’t start off much better. Sure, Luz knew that walking into Amity wasn’t the best way to start a potential friendship, but the witch took things too far when she insulted King. So she did the only thing she could think of.
“Just like The Good Witch Azura said when facing down her rival Hecate at the Bog of Immediate Regret: I challenge you to a Witch's Duel!”
Challenging Hexside’s top student to a witch’s duel when she only knew one spell, honestly, barely made the top ten on Luz’s Least Thought Out Decisions list at the time, and probably wouldn’t even make the top fifty depending on what the rest of her summer on the Isles had in store. But she stood confidently nonetheless, because if there was one thing Luz Noceda was good at, it was pretending to know what she was doing.
Amity tried her best to not show any reaction to the name of her favorite book series. How in the Titan’s name does this human know of Azura? But she’s a human, and humans can’t do magic, so Amity accepted the duel.
Of course, because the human’s involved, the duel quickly fell apart, because how else would the human have been able to cast magic unless she was cheating. Blights don’t cheat, good witches don’t cheat, so she gets mad. Not to mention those spikes almost killed her—
But then the Owl Lady was lifting Amity’s hair and ripping a power glyph off the back of her neck. She stared at the glyph in horror, at Lilith in betrayal. How could she have made her own student cheat?
The human moves to say something to Amity, but what else could she be trying to do other than rub it in? So she ran and found a dark corner to sit in, because she didn’t have the energy to find Ed and Em and beg them to take her home.
Luz really, really didn’t want to cheat, and seeing how much cheating hurt Amity just hurt her. Luckily, it didn’t take her long to find the witch, curled up in a dark hallway, looking all the part of someone mentally kicking herself. Despite approaching the witch with the softest, most sincere voice she could muster, Amity still snapped at her.
“You made me look like a fool in front of the Emperor's Coven. My future! You think it's so easy to be a witch. I have been working my whole life to get to the top! You lost! You cheated! Say it! Say you're not a witch!”
Luz looked at Amity, and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she knew that Amity needed to hear it.
“I’m not a witch.”
But she kneeled down and pulled out her notepad and pencil. She saw Amity kneel down with her as she drew the light glyph she’d learned the other day. She tapped it and held it proudly in her hands, showing it to the witch.
“But I’m training hard to be one.”
For a second, Luz thought she got through to her. Amity stared at the ball of light with as much awe on her face as Eda and King had had. But then she turned away and closed herself off again.
“That's nothing. A child could do a light spell.”
Luz clapped her hands over the ball of light, plunging the two of them back into darkness.
“But,” Amity continued, “I’ve never seen it cast like that.”
And they had a meaningful conversation, and Amity dispelled the Everlasting Oath so Luz can still learn magic.
And maybe Amity repeated that conversation in her head often over the week. But who could really blame her? This person, this human, who she’d done nothing to but try to push away, not only spoke to her in a tone of voice she only heard when Ed and Em were being caring older siblings, but showed her that she could do magic.
Are all humans this... weird?