You have a past with Agatha, one as old as your age. Your roads often met, but she left you behind more than once. Now, once again, your paths cross, but this time, it is intentional.
It started as a one-shot on my Tumblr account (mr-ys-phantasma)...
The door closed behind you as the last of you entered, but no one was bothered by it.
Instead, everyone was busy staring at the luxurious interior that did not match the vibe of the house outside.
"It's not exactly the stuff of nightmares," Jen commented, passively proving to Agatha that such things were more to her liking.
The decor, the rich life, and everything else were things that Jen would easily have in her life if she did not have her magic bound and were forced to make "vegan" candles and products for ridiculously low prices while fighting lawsuits for "little" accidents.
"The Road changes for the coven," Agatha explained bluntly.
However, it was Lilia who took notice of something else... her clothes.
"It changed us, too." She pointed out, making everyone look at themselves and at one another. Indeed, the clothes had changed to fit the mood more; now, all the witches resembled rich housewives more than anything else.
You dared to glance at yourself, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the outfit the Road had chosen for you.
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Your vest and tie were gone. Instead, a nice baby pink shirt had replaced the three buttons open and being rather generous with your cleavage. The outfit matched the outfit: a set of bright white pants and a white/creme jacket.
Bonus point: you were no longer barefoot, though you were unsure how to feel about the open-toe ankle-strapped heels.
"My amulet!" Alice exclaimed in panic, searching for her very special necklace.
By instant, your hand went to your neck where yours was always tied, but you did not find it. Before panic could settle in, though, you took notice of one of the many bracelets you had in your arms.
One of them was your amulet, the three moon phases offering you some comfort.
Amulets were important for all witches; they were special symbols chosen by otherworldly powers, and each one was unique to each witch. They carried fragments of your power, symbolised your affinity and more than once; they were enchanted to offer protection against lesser evil.
Everyone started to walk inside, like Jen, looking for a mirror to fully admire their new outfit and hairstyle, others the decorations, and some, like Teen, took notice of something that stood out in this serene living room.
You stayed where you were, ready to take a step forward, when you took notice of Agatha slowly heading for the door, only to realise there was no doorknob and no way to exit.
You shook your head faintly and touched your waist, connecting your gaze with hers.
"Ags", you said softly, and she offered you an innocent smile as if you had not observed her trying to leave the room. "You know how it goes. There is no way out once a trial starts."
