𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚

The sun shone brightly over their heads as Amity and Luz made their way to the Owl House. It was their first day of the summer holidays, and the weather could not have been better. Birds chirped – some screamed obscenities – merrily in their wake, the only other sound other than their muffled footsteps. Amity’s hand was in Luz’s, squeezing tightly, partly because she wanted to hold her hand, but also because she was extremely nervous for the day.

It had been over a year since they defeated Belos. It had not been easy, and remnants of his regime still lingered and reared their ugly heads every now and then, but the Boiling Isles were finally starting to thrive under Empress Lilith’s rule. One of her first actions as Empress had been to offer Luz, one of the leaders of the rebellion, full access to any and all information that might help them create another portal to the Human Realm.

For weeks, the Owl House crew (The Owl Gang?) had scoured through every available book until the door was rebuilt once more. It was nowhere near as elegant as Eda’s old one had been but it got the job done. The first time they used it, after testing it wouldn’t immediately close in on itself, Amity had seen Luz and Eda disappear behind it, and spent most of the day afraid that Ms. Noceda might actually make Luz stay. Needless to say, the prospect of never seeing her girlfriend again was enough to churn her stomach something fierce. Willow had tried to cheer her up in her own way, but Amity found that the only thing that would calm her would be to see them back. Eda must have been one convincing witch because that same night Luz was allowed to return on the condition that she would visit her mother regularly and that she stayed relatively out of trouble, a promise she had somehow managed to uphold to an extent.

So she did. Going to Hexside during the week, Luz spent at least one day of the weekend over in the Human Realm. Sometimes Eda would come along, and Amity had the sneaking suspicion that the Owl Lady harbored a secret crush on Señora Noceda. She knew enough about having a crush on a member of the Noceda family to see the signs. Not that she’d ever tell Luz that, lest her girlfriend have a panic attack. So much had changed in the human’s life in a little over a year, and she probably needed some time for a change that drastic.

But for all the time that had passed, Amity had never crossed the threshold into the Human Realm. She had seen Luz off a few times and knew that Luz talked about her to her mother, but still, she had been too scared. Too scared to face a woman who, by every conceivable notion, was nothing if not caring and supportive of her entire family. Too scared to take that leap of faith. That ended today.

On this bright morning, Amity was finally accompanying Luz into the Human realm, where she would meet Camila Noceda. Seeing Amity’s apprehension, Luz had suggested they take a little detour into a local park to have a date beforehand, to calm her nerves. That definitely appealed to the lavender-haired witch, so she mustered every ounce of courage she could and accepted the invitation.

As they entered the Owl House – they greeted Hooty with tired smiles – Luz must have felt her grip tighten because she turned to Amity.

“Don’t worry, alright?” she said softly, drawing small circles with her thumb on the back of Amity’s hand. “We’ll have a nice date and then head over to my house. Mom is gonna love you.”

She nodded curtly. “I’ll have to see it to believe it,” she said evenly, still managing a small smile.

Luz chuckled but lowered her head sympathetically nonetheless. She knew how hard the topic of parents was to her. “I know, hermosa,” she said, making Amity blush. She loved Luz’s nicknames for her, and her own Spanish was getting better. At least, according to Luz. When she spoke the language, she felt rather like a babbling idiot, but she had been adamant to learn at least some of it to be prepared for this exact situation. Luz had cried ugly tears when Amity suggested she teach her; ‘the best gift she could possibly give her mother,’ she had called it. “Plus, Vee will be there and you love Vee, right?”