Daughter of a Witch

Learning Spanish

The evening sun cast a warm glow over the Harkness-Vidal home, filtering through the kitchen window as the delicious scent of sautéed onions and garlic filled the air. Agatha hummed softly as she stood at the stove, stirring a pot of something savory and rich. Rio was by her side, her arms comfortably wrapped around her wife's waist, chin resting on Agatha's shoulder as she watched the meal come together.

"You know," Agatha said, glancing at Rio, "for someone who claims to be a terrible cook, you certainly spend enough time in my kitchen."

Rio smirked, brushing a light kiss against Agatha's cheek. "I'm merely supervising, mi amor. Just ensuring you follow the recipe... mostly."

Agatha laughed softly, the warmth of their embrace a comfort she never took for granted. But the moment was interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming shut, followed by the telltale sign of Y/n trudging into the kitchen. Her backpack slumped off her shoulder, hitting the floor with a thud as she dropped into a chair with an exaggerated groan.

"Rough day, darling?" Agatha asked, glancing over with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n let out another groan, hiding her face in her hands before looking up with an exhausted expression. "You could say that. I got a C on my Spanish test." She slumped forward, resting her head on her arms as she mumbled, "And that's after I spent two nights cramming for it. Two. Nights."

Rio's eyebrows shot up as she glanced at Agatha, her expression a mix of amusement and mild disbelief. She detached herself from Agatha's side, walking over to sit beside Y/n. "Two all-nighters, huh? Studying the night away like that isn't exactly healthy."

"Tell me about it," Y/n muttered, shooting Rio a look. "But I needed to get this grade, and now it's barely passing. It's like I'm not even getting the basics." She sighed, her frustration evident. "I thought I was good at Spanish, but it feels like all the rules are impossible to remember."

Rio's eyes softened as she reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from Y/n's face. "Well, mi querida, you are learning a new language-it takes time. But, hey, you've got an expert right here at home." She tapped her chest proudly. "I'd be thrilled to help if you're interested."

Y/n's face brightened a little, her expression caught somewhere between hopeful and embarrassed. "You'd help? I didn't want to ask since... well, it's supposed to be homework, you know? But I feel like I'm drowning."

Rio gave her a warm smile, patting her shoulder. "Of course, I'll help you. And we'll make it fun. Who knows? Maybe you'll even like it."

Agatha turned off the burner, wiped her hands on a towel, and joined them at the table. "And if you need me, I'll be here too," she offered, though her smile was more amused than anything. "Though I'm only good for translation help, of course."

Rio chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You understand perfectly well-just don't go correcting my accent."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Agatha replied with a mischievous smirk.

Y/n looked between her mothers, feeling her spirits lift a little. It was hard not to feel excited with them around. "Okay," she said, squaring her shoulders with renewed determination. "Let's do this. Teach me Spanish, Mom."

Rio's face lit up with an almost childlike enthusiasm as she clapped her hands together. "Alright! Let's start with the basics. We'll cover greetings, a few useful phrases... and maybe a spell or two if you're feeling up to it?"

Y/n's eyes widened. "A spell? Like, in Spanish?"

Rio nodded, her smile turning proud. "It's a beautiful part of our heritage, Y/n. Spanish has its own kind of magic, and learning to cast in both languages brings you closer to it."