Coven Of Catastrophe: Book 3 in the Lorna Maximoff Series

The Witch of Westview

I turned to see the boy from before in town. He had dark brown hair, stylishly torn clothes and dark eye makeup. I'd never seen him before today, and yet...there was a feeling so familiar in his eyes.
"Who are you," I asked, "Why have you been following me?"
I noticed he was staring at my palms where magic still swirled. I closed my fists so I wouldn't scare him. But he didn't look afraid. Something like recondition flashed across his features.
"I'm sorry," he said finally, "I thought maybe I recognized you."
He kept staring at me, "How-how do you do that so easily?" He asked. I realized he was talking about my magic.
"You're not afraid?" I asked him curiously.
He pulled something out from his pocket. It was a small leather bound book with strange symbols on the cover.
"I need a book for it." He said and it dawned on me what he was talking about.
"You're a witch?" I asked in shock, "How- who are you?"
He paused for a moment, "Im-" the words came out inaudible.
"Sorry what?" I asked, he tried again with the same result.
I decided it didn't matter.
"I'm looking for someone," he told me, "her name is Agatha Harkness."
My eyes glowed gold for a split second, "You're here for Agatha?!" I asked incredulously, "You do know she's incredibly dangerous right!"
"I...I need her help." The teen told me.
I eyed him for a moment longer. "Well that makes two of us. I'm here to find her aswell. My name's Lorna Maximoff."
I thought I heard him gasp slightly, but when I looked back his face was a mask of indifference.
"Do you know where Agatha is?" I asked him. But part of me could already feel her. She was just trapped in my mother warped spell. I just hoped that if we found her I could get her out.
"Sorta." He said, "it's like she's here but she's not, like-"
"Like she's trapped." I finished his sentence.
"She's stuck in a spell cast by my mother."
"Your mom," he said, "you mean Wanda Maximoff."
"Yes." Obviously.
"I've tried to get her out," he said gesturing to his little book of spells, "But I can't."
I eyed him, "I can." I said, "but I need to be near her."
Honestly I wasn't entirely sure l'd be able to, but I wasn't about to admit that.
"She's inside," he said, "but I don't know if you wanna go in there. She's not making much sense."
"Not making sense how? I asked.
The teen shrugged, "It's sorta hard to explain, why don't I show you."
I followed him inside.
Agatha's house is just the same as the last time I was here. I hear muttering from somewhere in the house. Agatha is in the living room, pacing back and forth as though having a conversation.
"Okay this is worse than I thought." I muttered
And I knew then that I had to get her out.
"We need to free her."

"Right...So like, how do we do that?" Teen asked. I shrugged, "How should I know, you're the one with the spell book."
He nodded, "Right yeah, well I guess there's this incantation, it says it breaks spells."
He pointed to a small passage written in tiny letters, "what language even is this?" I exclaimed, "no, thats not happening we can do this another way."
"What if we use this spell and your magic, I can read and you can do whatever you think is best."
I didn't see why not, "Alright, then I think we should go into her mind, that way we can see what she sees."
"You can do that?" He asked.
"Well I've never tried but sure." I was beginning to realize there was no limit to what I could do.
Here, if you hold my hand then I think I can transfer your consciousness into hers as well.
I grabbed his hand, it was sorta clammy but something like a memory danced in the back of my head. I shook the memory away to focus on the task at hand.
My eyes shut, and my body buzzed with power.
Agatha's mind was like a frightening maze. Memories of Agatha and Agnes, her past and her present, light and dark flashed before me. Then I crashed into a dizzying haze of confusion. My eyes opened.
"Whoa," I could hear the teen say, then he disappeared
When I opened my eyes I was completely alone, standing in a long dark hallway, a pair of double doors stood across the room. I could hear muffled voices from behind the door. Two women. I approached the doors carefully, because I knew there was no turning back. I pushed through the doors into the room. It was dimly lit, with a table in the middle of the room. A metal table. On it was a body. Over it stood Agatha Harkness.
"Agatha?" I spoke her name like that alone would wake her.
But her eyes weren't on me, instead they were fixed on a woman I hadn't noticed on the other side of the room. She had dark hair, dark eyes and she wore a black suit.
"Claw your way out." She said to Agatha.
Agatha's feature's flickered and she spotted me. And then it was like multiple versions of her were tearing their way out.
The lights went out, Agatha was in her 80s getup.
Flickering, the 70s,
Flickering, her purple sweater,
Flickering, "You!"
Agathas hands wrapped around my throat, and she slammed me into the nearest wall.
Flickering, she feel to the floor, knocking things over, desperately grasping for something to hold onto.
She pulled herself up using the table.
Her skin, hair and clothes were grey like the first time Id seen her. She was wearing her dress from the fifties.
"Agatha?"
Agatha's attention was fixed on the woman in the black suit.
"There are two Jane doe's in this case," she said, "and you know her name...so what yours."
Agatha looked back and forth from me to the woman, then to paper attached to the corpses foot.
A Harkness appeared in purple ink. "Who are you!" I yelled at the woman, she smiled and pointed behind me to Agatha.
"Agatha wake up!" I yelled, "WAKE UP!"