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( this is a continuation of the last bonus chapter !! so ember is luz's gf and for this amity never developed any feelings for her :) )
AMITY PACED THROUGH THE halls of the Owl House, a clipboard raised in front of her face. She checks something off then looks up and out the stained window, smiling.
"Hooty, what's your status?" Amity asks, stopping in front of the window with a small smile.
Hooty breaks through the window abruptly, and Amity takes a step back. "The perimeter is secure. Nothing's getting past me." He says proudly.
Amity smiles, continuing on her way. "Good. Clean up that mess." She turns, walking backwards for a moment and pointing to the broken glass on the floor before facing forward again, heading downstairs.
Amity heads into the kitchen, glancing up at Willow, who places a bag of groceries onto the table. "Willow, have you gathered the supplies?" She asked.
Willow salutes Amity, and Amity's smile softens. "Yes. We're ready to attack this on all fronts." Willow reports, smiling determinedly.
Amity gives Willow a thumbs up as Clover lands on the witch's shoulder, and a white cat palisman approaches Amity. She places down a bug at Amity's feet, and Amity smiles, bending down to scratch under the palisman's chin.
"Aw, Ghost. Did you help too?" Ghost purrs, nuzzling into the affection. "Who's a good palisman?" Amity stands up straight, and Ghost begins licking her paw. "Great, now all we need is—"
"Rain? Beach waves?" Gus asks, walking into the kitchen with King, discs, and tapes in their arms and King with a single disc on his horn.
"Something called 'Lo-fi beats to study and relax to'?" King said, holding out the disc in front of him. "We've got it all."
"Eda was rummaging through her basement, and gave us some soothing human noises." Gus smiled, holding up a case with a saxophone on it.
"That's great!" Amity smiled, checking off more boxes happily before looking back up, confused. "Wait, Eda's still here?" Amity walks into the living room, a clipboard tucked under her arm. "Eda, you're supposed to be helping Hooty build our defenses." Upon noticing what Eda's doing, Amity paused her scolding.
Eda was flexing her muscles, a vein popping out of her forehead as she strained and held her breath. Sweat was dripping down her face. She let out a cry of rage, pumping her fists in the air.
