Daughter of a Witch

AU - The Study Session Scheme

The sound of pages turning and soft mumbling filled the Kaplans' cozy living room as Y/n and Billy worked through their study materials. Agatha's English class was no joke-an upcoming in-class essay loomed over their heads, and both teens were determined to be prepared. Y/n sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, her notebook sprawled in front of her, while Billy was draped dramatically over the couch, his textbook balanced on his knees.

"Okay," Billy said, tapping his pen against his chin. "Let's run through potential themes again. If Agatha's giving us 'identity' as one of the prompts, you know she will want something deep. Like, existential crisis-level deep."

Y/n snorted, flipping through her own notes. "Great. I'll write, 'Who am I?' fifty times and see if I get extra credit for creativity."

Billy laughed, but his expression turned thoughtful as he set his notebook aside. "Speaking of identity," he started, his voice taking on a tone that Y/n instantly recognized as suspicious, "I've been thinking about your mom."

Y/n froze mid-highlight, her eyes narrowing. "What about her?"

"Okay, hear me out," Billy said, sitting up and leaning forward, his enthusiasm practically radiating off him. "Rio and Ms. Harkness would be perfect together."

"What?" Y/n blinked, genuinely startled. "No. Absolutely not."

Billy raised his hands in mock surrender. "Just listen. They're both super smart, super cool, and, let's be honest, Ms. Harkness could use a little happiness in her life. She's got that 'mysterious loner' vibe, but your mom? She's the kind of person who could break through that."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to focus back on her notes. "Billy, this is not happening. My mom doesn't need me meddling in her love life."

"But it's not meddling," Billy argued, scooting closer. "It's... facilitating destiny."

"That's literally meddling," Y/n shot back. "And what makes you think they'd even like each other? Agatha's my teacher, Billy. She'd kill me if she found out I was scheming behind her back."

Billy grinned, unperturbed. "She wouldn't have to know. And come on, you've seen the way she talks about literature-it's like watching someone come alive. She's so passionate and... I don't know, fiery. Your mom's all warmth and energy. They'd balance each other out perfectly."

Y/n sighed, pressing her palms against her face. "Why do I even let you talk me into these things?"

"Because you know I'm right," Billy said, nudging her shoulder with his. "And because you love your mom and want her to be happy. Imagine how great it would be if she had someone to share all her corny jokes and amazing cooking with. Someone who actually gets her."

Y/n peeked at him through her fingers, her resolve wavering. "You're way too good at this, you know that?"

"I'll take that as a yes." Billy grinned triumphantly, flipping open his notebook. "So, here's what I'm thinking: we invite Ms. Harkness over for coffee under the guise of needing extra study help. That's step one."

"Step one?" Y/n groaned. "There's a whole plan?"

"Of course!" Billy said, his eyes lighting up. "Step two is orchestrating some 'chance' encounters. You know, like bumping into each other at the coffee shop or the library."

"Billy," Y/n said, trying to inject some reason into the conversation, "this is ridiculous. And if it blows up in our faces, you're taking the fall."

"Deal," Billy said without hesitation. "But it won't blow up. Trust me, Y/n. Your mom and Ms. Harkness are going to thank us when this all works out."