Bewitching

01: Toil and Trouble

a/n: so I know that danny's room is technically located at the front of fenton works facing the street but just for the sake of the pure fluff his window faces the house next to it :')

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01: Toil and Trouble

When she awoke from a deep sleep levitating a good few feet above her bed, Livy stifled a scream. She fell back down onto her mattress with a dull thud. Huffing in annoyance, she rolled over and tried to fall back asleep.

Strange things seemed to be happening to her a lot, lately. Ever since she decided to clean out the attic. It had always been a proud family fact that her ancestors were victims and accused witches during the Salem witch trials. Her grandmother in particular seemed to really show an interest in witches and magic. Livy always wrote it off as a fascination or a hobby that stemmed from living in a spooky town like Amity Park. After all, strange things did seem to happen there.

All that changed when Livy stumbled upon a large mahogany chest full of all kinds of occult books and witch memorabilia. She quickly shut the chest, feeling as if she had unearthed something she shouldn't have. Her Mom would be furious if she knew that Livy was looking into witchcraft. While Grandma had always been fascinated by witches, her mother seemed to feel the exact opposite. She wouldn't even let Livy dress up as one for Halloween.

However, when she made her way back downstairs to her bedroom, there it was, sitting at the foot of her bed. The mysterious chest from the attic had definitely not been there moments before and its sudden appearance baffled her. With her brother now moved out of the house for college, she doubted that anyone in the house could have moved it there to prank her.

Cautiously, she approached it. It seemed to glow from within, beckoning her to open it and discover what secrets it had to offer. The locked lid flung open as the light flooded her bedroom and the force of magic that came with it flung her across the room. Livy caught a glimpse of the flash as she lost consciousness.

Ever since she woke up, Livy discovered a bizarre slue of strange new powers. For the past month, she worked in secrecy to control and explore her new abilities. It started as blasts of energy which shot from her fingertip in moments of extreme stress or emotion; within a week, she learned to control her magic enough to quell these random spells. Soon, with the help of a witchcraft book she dug from her chest, she learned to use her powers to transform her clothing, create fire, and float- not quite flying, but it was a start. Livy wasn't entirely sure that any of this was even real, but she was conscious enough of her own reality to know that she had to keep this to herself. No one would believe her and the last thing she needed was to become the local nutcase.

As in incoming freshmen on the cheerleading team and rumors of having caught the eye of the popular quarterback, Dash Baxter, Livy slotted up to live the American high school dream. Only, she had never felt lonelier than when she found herself surrounded by strangers who called themselves her friends but who would ignore her at the drop of a hat, should she lose her Daddy's money or dare to truly be herself. It was a miserable, lonely existence, which she had naively bargained everything she had for.

So, she feigned normalcy and buried her emotions deeper. The swirl of regret, self-loathing, and confusion bubbling up inside of her left Livy struggling more than ever to keep her powers in check. Between her Mom's obsession with banning witchcraft from the household and the next-door-neighbors'- the Fentons- preoccupation with ghosts and tendency to pin all strange events on the paranormal, she didn't exactly feel welcomed. Yet, she needed someone to unload her secret on.