Lumity Oneshots

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Amity groaned into her pillow, her face hot. No matter what she tried, she couldn't rid her mind of those pesky thoughts about Luz. The human had settled in her brain, and it didn't seem like she was going to leave anytime soon. She constantly found herself staring or blushing or rambling like an idiot around her. Something about her sweet, kind, upbeat personality had shot an arrow straight to Amity's heart.

She sighed, sitting up as her stomach continued to crawl with what felt like a thousand firebees buzzing angrily. She needed an outlet, something to cope or distract herself with. Her first thought was her diary, but she'd re-hidden it in her room in the library and didn't have access to it right now since she was at her house. Her gaze swept the room, searching for another notebook she may have lying around, when it landed on her closet.

She got up from her bed and wandered over to it, opening the doors and peering inside. Hidden by all of her flauntingly expensive garments was a small acoustic guitar. Amity glanced around to make sure nobody was there to notice, even though she knew nobody would be there to ridicule her. Her parents were out on a short business trip, and her siblings always knocked before they entered her room. She'd be able to hear if they came.

She picked up the guitar by its smooth wooden neck, a smile crossing her face at the familiar comfort of its texture. Her parents had always wanted her to join the abomination track and follow in their footsteps, but back when she was around ten years old they had allowed her to try out a couple of other types of magic to gauge her skill in them. She had tried out bard magic and gotten somewhat attached to the guitar, and they'd permitted it for a few months, even buying her one of her own so she could practice.

However, even though she'd enjoyed it a lot and thought she was pretty good at it (especially for someone who had taught herself how to play), they put their foot down. Alador argued that her little hobby had gone on long enough, and her mother had added that she should be focusing on her abomination magic so she could grow stronger. They had ordered her to get rid of it, but she had never quite been able to, even if she was terrified of what they'd do if she was caught. Instead, she had hidden it and told them that she had given it away.

Over the years, it had served her loyally as a way to relax and clear her head. Amity couldn't count the number of times she had snuck away with her guitar after she and Willow had been forced apart, finding a secluded spot in the woods where she could strum the chords to songs she knew, her voice wobbling as she tried to sing along through her tears.

Now she sat on her bed with it, lyrics to a song begging to be written forming in her head. She complied, scribbling them down on a stray piece of paper. Once she figured out a chord pattern, she started to play around with plucking individual strings to create a soft, underlying rhythm. Amity tried out some melodies to go with the lyrics she had until she found one she liked. It was sweet and hopeful, but slightly somber—perfect for the mood she was going for.

She kept writing and practicing the song until it was finished. She had no idea how long it had been, but she did know that she hadn't felt this light, this free in ages.

•    •    •

Outside Blight Manor, a certain human was walking up to the door, her bag stuffed with work materials. She knocked on the door twice, expecting a minty-haired witch to answer, but instead she was greeted by Edric and Emira Blight.

"Hey, Luz," Emira said, stepping back and opening the door wider to let her in.

"What are you doing here?" Edric asked.

"Oh, I'm just here to work on a project with Amity," Luz responded, rubbing the back of her neck. "I know it's kinda late, but I had to do some unexpected...cleaning, and we agreed on anytime after six, so I figured seven wouldn't be too much of a stretch."