Agatha all along one shots

Hexed and Vexed

Agatha stood by her cauldron, swirling a potion that shimmered in shades of deep violet and midnight blue. The scent of burnt lavender and sage filled the room, the atmosphere thick with magic. She muttered an incantation under her breath, concentrating, her eyes locked on the bubbling brew.

Then she heard it.

That low, infuriating chuckle.

"Careful, Aggie," Rio called from the doorway, leaning against the frame with a sly grin, arms crossed over her chest. "Wouldn't want to accidentally turn the whole town into frogs again, would we?"

Agatha's grip tightened around her stirring stick, but she didn't turn around. "I told you to stop calling me Aggie, Rio. And no one actually turned into a frog—just temporarily... reshaped."

Rio sauntered into the room, her boots clicking on the stone floor as she made her way over to Agatha. "Mmm, right, 'temporarily.' So temporarily that old man Jenkins was still croaking for a week after." She leaned over the cauldron, peering into it with an amused gleam in her eyes. "What's this one for? More 'reshaping,' or are you finally making a potion to stop people from mocking you?"

Agatha sighed, setting down her stirring stick with a bit more force than necessary. She straightened and turned to face Rio, her lips set in a thin line. "What do you want, Rio? Aside from testing how far you can push me before I hex you."

"Oh, come on, Agatha. You know you love it." Rio's smirk deepened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You act all serious, but deep down, you get a kick out of me keeping you on your toes."

Agatha folded her arms across her chest, her violet cloak swishing with the movement. "And you? Do you get a kick out of driving me up the wall every day? What's next, changing my broom into a mop again?"

Rio's grin widened, and she shrugged. "Hey, I like to keep things interesting. It's not my fault you're so easy to rile up." She gave Agatha a playful poke on the shoulder. "Besides, admit it—you'd be bored stiff if I wasn't around."

Agatha's eyes narrowed, her patience hanging by a thread. "Bored? No, blissfully peaceful, maybe."

Rio circled her, the grin never leaving her face, like a cat toying with its prey. "Blissful, huh? So that's why you haven't kicked me out of your creepy little witch lair. Could've turned me into a toad or sent me off with one of those curses of yours, but here I am. Still teasing, still alive." She paused and added, "Still cute."

Agatha rolled her eyes, though a small twitch of a smile played on her lips. "You're insufferable."

"And you love it," Rio quipped, nudging her again, this time with her hip.

Agatha let out a long, dramatic sigh, one hand rising to rub her temples. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you're some kind of cosmic punishment for something I did centuries ago."

"Could be," Rio said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Or maybe I'm just here to make sure your evil plans don't get too boring. I mean, cursing a town? Cool, but could be cooler, you know?"

Agatha arched an eyebrow, folding her arms. "I don't need your suggestions on how to improve my craft, Rio."

Rio grinned. "Sure you do. You need someone to keep you sharp, Aggie. Without me, you'd be stuck monologuing to yourself in a dusty old room with nothing but a cauldron and bad lighting."

Agatha groaned. "For the last time, stop calling me Aggie!"

"Make me," Rio challenged, a glint in her eye.

There was a long pause as Agatha's hands glowed faintly purple, the air around her crackling with magical energy. Rio just smiled innocently, clearly daring her to do something drastic.

Finally, Agatha closed her eyes, exhaled sharply, and waved a hand. A small jolt of purple light flew at Rio, who yelped as it hit her. In an instant, her boots transformed into bright pink bunny slippers.

Rio looked down, then back up at Agatha, wide-eyed. "Oh, now it's on."

Agatha smirked, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "You wanted me to make you? Well, consider it done."

Rio chuckled, shaking her head as she wiggled her foot in one of the fluffy slippers. "Okay, okay. I'll give you that one. But don't think this is over, Aggie."

Agatha turned back to her cauldron, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Oh, I'm counting on it."