{Little Witch Academia x Fem!Reader}

Chapter 3: Offer

Today was supposed to be your 5th birthday, but it seems like fate has other plans. You couldn't help but let your features soften as you see your mother in a beautiful red dress.

From the short time you've known her, you must admit, she was a weird one. People are normally buried in white dresses but, in your mother's will, she specifically wrote that she wants a red one along with her favorite jewelry. Red was her favorite color, she would occasionally make jokes about her marrying your father because of his dark crimson eyes and the possibilities of making children with all wine-red eyes. 'I guess your plan worked...' you let out a chuckle.

Red, ruby, crimson, scarlet, the color of passion, anger, and desire, and the color she puked out every morning for weeks before she was greeted with her eternal sleep. 'I wonder if you'll be reborn just like I did...'

You frown as you watch your mother's coffin slowly get lowered into the ground as if it's taunting you. You clenched your hand in frustration as you silently cursed yourself. A part of you felt disgusted for not feeling any sort of remorse or pain, but the other... well, it felt nothing. Why should you? Sure Bathilda gave birth to you, but she was the mother of your body, not the real you.

The memories of your past life were still perfectly intact, so to you, that woman was no more than just a mere pawn, just like your so-called father. You're just using them for your own benefit.

Yes, this was the real you, a cold heartless manipulative person, this is what you were groomed to be, to serve your old family.

But, for the past 5 years, you spent in this world, you were torn apart. You wanted to be your persona, the person you made for this world who's kind and gentle, who loves their family and friends, who are able to show genuine smiles and laughs. Yet, you can't, but maybe someday, you can.

We all know the old saying, "Old habits die hard". It is never said that it can't die, it can and it will.

A pair of small hands clasped around yours, stopping you from further damaging your palm as blood dripped down from the wounds your nails made. Turning around, you were met with two teary orbs, azure blue like the clear sky, filled with worry and sadness. 'Such pure eyes... '

"I'm sorry..." Diana looked down, her shoulders shaking as she fought the upcoming tears.

"There's nothing for you to apologize for, these kinds of things happen... a lot." You let out a sigh, "Besides, this was bound to happen. Her health has been quite poor, and after my birth, it has done nothing but decrease."

Diana stayed quiet for a bit, observing your features, "Why aren't you crying? ... aren't you sad?" she carefully asks.

"I don't know really... people express grief differently, but for me, well... it's a bit more complicated." Diana stayed quiet, wanting you to elaborate, and so you did, "To me, life is just a game, a game where there are no winners or losers. People may say 'Live life to the fullest' but, what's the point when we're all born to die? Just like games, our life has no other meaning or point than to simply kill time. Sure, I can bring my mother back through spells and alters but, what's the point if she'll just end up dying again in the near future?" You were about to continue when you saw the pure confusion on the girl's face.

You let out a sigh, "What I'm trying to is, crying and screaming isn't going to bring her back. She's gone and that's that."

"I-I don't understand... " She almost looked guilty by the way her voice dropped.

Giving her a gentle pat on the head, you smiled, "You will when you're older... but even then, I wouldn't want you to understand, someone so full of life and happiness should never know or feel the things I do." you mumbled the last part, not wanting to let the sweet and innocent child hear them.

You laced your fingers with hers and led her inside the funeral home, "Let's go inside, it's about rain." Diana just nodded and followed, enjoying the warmth of your hand in hers.

Months flew by like seconds as you caught yourself standing in front of a very ill Bernadette Cavendish. Her body has been getting weaker and weaker as time passes by, she has overworked herself and is practically at death's door. Your father is no different as he went into a deep depression and the only thing he does is drink and work, you barely even see him.

As you watch the possibly the last interaction between the mother and daughter, you couldn't help but frown every time the woman violently coughs.

Seeing the clock on the nightstand, Bernadette looked down at her daughter, "It's getting pretty late, dear. Say goodnight to Y/n and go to bed." she pecked her daughter on her head and ushered her to bed.

Diana gave you a goodnight hug and ran out of her mother's room, leaving you and the sickly woman alone. You looked back at the woman and asked, "How long do you think you have, Mrs. Cavendish?"

"Who knows, maybe a month, maybe a week, maybe a day... or even maybe an hour, it's quite hard to tell, honestly." She let out a chuckle.

"I didn't know best friends were so alike. You and my mother are both meeting death for your weak bodies." You turned your gaze to the window, it was dark and rainy, typical.

Bernadette sweatdropped at your bluntness, "Ha, well... I don't know what to say, honestly."

"There's nothing to say." You let out a sigh, "Miss Cavendish, would you like to try something with me? If it works, then your sickness might heal, and if it fails... then you die."

She stayed quiet for a while, contemplating your offer. "I'm going to die sooner or later, so why not. So tell me, what do we have to do?"

You smirked and walked toward the door, "I found a spell in one of the old family archives. It allows one to share and divide anything between two people, all I need is my wand."