Daughter of a Witch

High School Graduation Day

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the Westview house, casting a golden glow over the kitchen where the scent of coffee and toast lingered in the air. Y/n sat at the table, a graduation cap resting on her lap, her fingers nervously tracing the embroidered numbers 2024. Her gown, neatly pressed and hanging on the chair, felt heavy with the weight of the day.

It was her high school graduation-a day most students dream of. But for Y/n, it was something different, something more. Today wasn't just about walking across a stage and receiving a diploma; it was about facing the uncertainty of her future and the pressure of her magical legacy.

Agatha was at the stove, stirring a pot of oatmeal, but she kept glancing over her shoulder at Y/n. There was a familiar tension in the air-something only a mother would notice.

"You're quieter than usual this morning," Agatha remarked, turning off the burner and carrying the pot over to the table. She filled Y/n's bowl and then sat down across from her daughter. "What's on your mind?"

Y/n sighed, her fingers still tracing the numbers on her cap. She didn't look up, her gaze fixed on the embroidered gold. "I'm just... I don't know, Mom. I thought today would feel exciting like it's the end of something great, but it doesn't. I just feel... scared."

Agatha's expression softened. She reached across the table, placing her hand over Y/n's. "Scared of what?"

Y/n shrugged, still not meeting her mother's eyes. "The future, I guess. I mean, high school is over, but now what? Everyone else seems so sure about what they're doing next-college, jobs-but I have all this... magic. Everyone expects me to do something great with it. What if I can't? What if I never live up to it?"

Agatha let out a slow breath, her gaze thoughtful. She knew this conversation would come and had sensed it building over the years as Y/n's powers grew stronger. The expectations placed on Y/n weren't just the typical worries of a high school graduate-they were the weight of an entire magical lineage.

"Y/n," Agatha began, her voice calm and steady. Your magic does not define you. Yes, you have incredible potential, but magic isn't what makes you special. It's who you are-the way you think, the way you care about others, the way you push yourself even when you're afraid. That's what matters."

Y/n finally looked up, her eyes wide and uncertain. "But what if I mess up? What if I can't handle it?"

Agatha smiled softly, squeezing her daughter's hand. "Then you'll learn, just like you always have. Magic isn't about perfection. It's about growth. And you're allowed to take your time to figure it out."

Just as Agatha finished speaking, Rio entered the kitchen, still in her robe, her dark hair slightly tousled from sleep. She paused in the doorway, sensing the serious tone between Y/n and Agatha.

"Am I interrupting something?" Rio asked, though her voice was light.

Y/n shook her head, managing a small smile. "No, Mom. Just... talking."

Rio glanced between them and nodded, crossing the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. She took a seat beside Y/n, her expression curious. "Talking about what?"

"The future," Agatha answered gently, giving Y/n a reassuring look.

Rio set her coffee cup down, turning her full attention to her daughter. "You're worried about what comes next?" she asked softly.

Y/n nodded, the vulnerability she had been holding onto spilling out. "Yeah. It just feels like there's so much pressure. You and Mom... you both have all this experience, all this power, and I'm... I'm just me. What if I don't live up to it?"

Rio reached out, tucking a strand of Y/n's hair behind her ear, her touch gentle. "Sweetheart, I want you to listen to me," she said, her tone serious but filled with love. "You don't have to be me or your mother. You don't have to follow in anyone's footsteps but your own."

Y/n's eyes filled with doubt. "But what if I fail?"

Rio smiled, the kind of smile that was soft yet carried the weight of years of wisdom. "I've made mistakes-plenty of them. I've failed more times than I can count. But that's how I grew, how I learned who I wanted to be. You will, too. Your path is yours to create, and it's okay if it doesn't look like anyone else's. You're strong, Y/n. You always have been."

Y/n swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion. She had always felt the pressure of living up to her mothers-Agatha with her centuries of knowledge and power, Rio with her fierce independence and resilience. But hearing them both say it was okay to be herself, to forge her own path, gave her a sense of relief she hadn't realized she needed.

"Thanks," Y/n whispered, her voice thick with gratitude. "I just... I needed to hear that."

Rio leaned in and pressed a kiss to Y/n's forehead. "You're going to be amazing, no matter what you choose. And we'll be right here, cheering you on every step of the way."

Agatha nodded in agreement, her expression filled with pride. "We're not going anywhere, Y/n. You're never alone in this."

A few hours later, the sun was higher in the sky, and Y/n stood backstage at the high school auditorium, her cap and gown now firmly in place. She could hear the murmur of the audience beyond the curtain-the proud voices of parents, friends, and families waiting for the ceremony to begin. Among them, she knew, were her mothers, sitting in the front row, beaming with pride.

Her heart still fluttered with nerves, but Agatha and Rio's words stayed with her, grounding her. She wasn't alone. She didn't have to have all the answers right now. She had time.

As her name was called, Y/n stepped out onto the stage, her heart pounding in her chest. The auditorium seemed to blur around her, her focus narrowing to the sound of her footsteps as she approached the podium. The principal smiled at her, handing over the diploma with a few congratulatory words, but Y/n barely heard them.

Her eyes searched the crowd, and then she saw them-Agatha and Rio, standing in the front row, clapping louder than anyone else. Agatha's eyes glistened with pride, and Rio had tears in her eyes, her smile as wide as Y/n had ever seen it.

Y/n's heart swelled with emotion. She had made it. She had crossed this milestone, and in that moment, all her doubts faded away.

She wasn't just a witch. She wasn't just the daughter of two powerful women. She was Y/n-strong, capable, and ready to carve her own path in the world.

As the applause filled the room, she held her diploma close to her chest and whispered to herself, "This is just the beginning."

After the ceremony, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the parking lot as families gathered to take photos and celebrate. Y/n stood between Agatha and Rio, her arms around them both, as Wanda took pictures of them with her phone.

"You look so grown up," Rio said, wiping at her eyes with a tissue. "I can't believe it."

Agatha smiled, her arm draped around Y/n's shoulders. "We always knew you'd do great things. And this is only the start."

Y/n smiled back at them, her heart full. She had spent so long worrying about living up to their expectations, but now she realized something important.

It wasn't about living up to anyone else's standard. It was about trusting herself, making her own choices, and knowing that no matter what, she had the love and support of her family.

Looking at her mothers-Agatha with her quiet strength, Rio with her fierce love-Y/n felt a surge of gratitude. They were her foundation, her guides, and her lifelines. And now, as she stood on the brink of her future, she knew she had the strength to face whatever came next.

And whatever path she chose, she wouldn't be walking it alone.