The Wandering Witch - Larissa Weems x Female Reader

Chapter 4: You can run, but you can't Hyde.

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"Yes, Miss Fontaine. How do you intend to sneak past me?" The headmistress is right behind them, her hands resting on her hips, giving them both a daggering glare.

Larissa Weems is furious that she found Y/n and Yoko out in the woods, near the lake doing God knows what. The headmistress wasn't alone, along with her was Marilyn Thornhill holding a flashlight. Yoko sweats even though the air is chill and mumbled an 'oh shit' profanity.

"Oh fuck it," The witch cussed, as she placed both Weems and Thornhill in a trance. Yoko was amazed by what Y/n just did right now and watched silently so as not to interrupt her work.

"By the time we arrive at Nevermore, you will forget finding us near Crackstone's crypt," She chanted, and they obeyed. All of them returned together to Nevermore without any fuss. This was the second time already that she used mental manipulation on Weems, and guilt stirs up inside Y/n.

"That was amazing–"

"Don't you dare tell anyone this, Yoko," Y/n warns Yoko as she zips her mouth. The walk to the campus was long and eerie, but they arrived safely. Without a word Y/n and Yoko part ways as their dorm rooms are on opposite halls. Now what Y/n is faced with is how to deal with Weems and Thornhill.

"Go back to your chambers and sleep this off. This is all a dream," Y/n pinches the bridge of her nose as they take command. She followed Weems to their dorm hall and waited for her to enter her room.

As soon as Weems closed her doors shut, she went inside her room as well and snapped her fingers twice stopping the Headmistress in her trance.

"Miss Fontaine? Are you here?"

Y/n huffs in annoyance, she knew this would most likely happen. She opens the door to face Larissa towering over her, she swallowed the huge lump in her throat as she felt intimidated right now.

She breathes out in relief, "So it turns out I have been pranked."

Y/n tilts her head to the side, "How so, Principal Weems?" She inquires having yet to learn what the Headmistress meant.

"Well, If you must know. Someone dialed the telephone and tipped me that you and the other students had gathered near Crackstone's crypt. So I had to go and check you in your room." Weems explains, rubbing the temples on her forehead; escaping a trance would give you slight headaches.

"Odd, I was here all night long reading a novel" She blatantly lies, Weems laughs shortly before stumbling forward abruptly leaning her arm against the door frame, her knees bucking. Y/n made a catching motion, fearing she might collapse.

"I am sorry, I don't know what is going on with me today. I have this utterly painful migraine" Weems groaned, her hand massaging her temples.

"Then you need rest, Principal Weems"

She chuckles "I do, do I?"

Y/N shakes her head smiling, and goes with Weems guiding her to her chambers, when she entered she saw countless bottles of wine on her counter. Y/N sat the Headmistress down on her couch, found her way to the pitcher, and poured her a glass of water.

"Thank you, Miss Fontaine–"

"Principal Weems, please– call me by my given name." Y/N smiles, offering her the glass of water that Weems gratefully took and chugged on it.

"Ahh, much better. Again, thank you. Y/n" She exhales as she sets the glass down on her coffee table. Weems turns to the Witch, blue eyes gazing into Y/N's golden ones, for a while they sat across the couch in silence but their attention is on each other.