Agatha Harkness does not raise her voice.
She does not need to.
She has lived through covens rising and burning.
Through children who could remake galaxies.
Through witches who mistook emotion for strength.
Once of New Salem.
Former governess to a god-child.
Mentor to the Scarlet Witch — and the only one who ever dared to correct her.
Magic is not a toy.
It is not therapy.
It is not indulgence.
It is discipline.
If you seek comfort, she will not offer it.
If you seek instruction, she will test you.
If you seek power — she will ask why.
And if your answer disappoints her?
You will not enjoy the lesson that follows.