#Witches AU

[detta-pica]

“I won our bet,” he says, finally getting his aura under control. “Huh?” “You got so many hours of sleep, Satoru. At least six. Could be this year’s record.” Satoru shifts onto his side to squint up at him, still a little out of it. Suguru wants to kiss him so badly, morning breath be damned. He doesn’t. “Wow, implying you slept with me just to knock me out? How romantic.” “You know that’s not the case. I couldn’t hide anything from you this morning, and I’m not hiding it now.” Suguru’s love carries the taste of blood, salty and metallic. He doesn’t want to know what it looks like to Satoru, but he didn’t even try to keep it contained before, too shocked by Satoru’s choice of tactic. Satoru’s aura shifts to fresh melon wistfulness. His smile is small, but genuine. “Is this the part where you tell me it was a one-time thing and make me do a walk of shame?” “Yes to the first part, no to the second. It’d be useless anyway. You have no shame.”

Witches AU, part of a series, case fic, resolved romantic tension (finally!), unresolved murderous scheming

Rating: M

Completed

~23k words

[wolfboy88]

Moodboard: Lydia x Allison (Allydia) (Witches Aesthetic)

For @lydiamartinappreciation Week 2024: Day 5 - Rarepair and @teenwolfrarepairevents character of the month

[a-m-pyra]

The Big Four

Oppression has to end.

—♫♫♫—

[ohno-the-sun]

Realized I didn’t post this here whoops

Some of oobbbear’s witches as fishes

[lesbianslvt666]

Hogwarts!AU

Astronomy!professor!Ellie x Dark arts! Professor f!reader

Acquaintances to friends to enemies to lovers?

MINORS DNI OR ILL BLOCK YOU!

content warning: mentions of bad spells lol you see around the end.

Slytherin reader lol, Ellie keeping secrets from you so you use your sexiness to get her to spill (both down her pants and information)

smut (very bad lol,, i am still shit at writing it) fingering (both Ellie and reader), almost pussy eating (E! receiving), switch Ellie and reader, small choking play (E! receiving), marking (E! receiving), hickeys (E! receiving), nibbles (E! receiving), neediness I guess, none of you cum at the end lol (spoiler I guess) idk what else :))

Your tight curls trapped in a scarf. You didn’t had no time or interest to get all dolled up for your first class, seven am, after, of course staying until 2 am talking senselessly with Ellie.

When you woke up Ellie was still sound asleep, her messy shaggy hair sticking to her face, making a mental note while you changed and got ready for your day, to braid her hair at night.

Entering the classroom gave the weirdest memories back to you. like no time had gone by, the classroom looked exactly the same.

The class was Gryffindor's and Slytherins, your own house arrival was earlier than the Gryffindor's, "one point to the Slytherins" you said as a joke, earning a few chuckles from the students.

The class was interesting to say the least, clouded with questions ranging from getting to know you to what had happened to the last professor. Your answers of course staying appropriate as possible and dismissing the ones relating to your predecessor.

Breakfast arrived fast after the lesson, dismissing the class was easy of course. However getting to the great hall with the clouded hallways proved to be a problem, trying to avoid the mass of students, circling through corridors until you couldn’t recognize where you were or where to turn.

Before you could freak out, you heard two muffled voices. your name being the only words you could recognize, walking in your tippy toes so the people talking couldn't hear you. You arrived as nearby as you could to the sound.

"what I am trying to tell you Ellie! is that I don’t know… if it’s a wise idea for her to know…" Minerva's voice sounded weary, shaky.

"Minerva, she is a strong girl, she can take the news" a short  pause clouded after Ellie spoke. "I actually think telling her is more clever, she has to know what danger could be coming so she can be ready"

Ellie voice sounded smaller, like scared a student might hear.

"no Williams!, the headmaster was very clear about not letting her know, she knows there is a threat and that is enough for her to take care when it- IF IT comes." her voice was an ultimatum, the clack of her shoes sounded harsh on the ground.

However, you didn’t heard a second pair walking- "I know you are there, come forward."

You, as if a child being discovered doing something you shouldn’t have, came to her line of view, her eyes opening wide and your name leaving her mouth like a hiccup driven by surprised, "I thought it was a student, what are you doing here!?" her steps approaching you.

A low chuckle leave your lips when you realized how childish the whole thing was. "well… I got lost…" your tongue emphasising the s and t sound.

She let out an amuse laugh. "just like old times angel?" her eyes opened as soon as the pet name left her lips, your own face becoming red, you had fought monsters, dragons, men. But Ellie calling you angel truly made you weak.

Changing completely the subject, Ellie guided you to the great hall, asking you questions about you class. You quickly realized Ellie had a thing for you. The night before accidentally confessing she had a crush on you when you were friends with Dina and today calling you pet names.

You guessed the best way to know the secrets Minerva and the head master didn’t wanted you to know was… maybe, getting to Ellies "good" side, and even getting a bit more of other things?

When night embodied the sky, Ellie took off to her classroom, doing her stuff while you ran around the dorm sharpening your plan, how to make Ellie fall for you, how to get her to tell you everything…

12:00 am

The clock beside you turn as soon as Ellie entered the room, her body and face tired. "I didn’t knew astronomy was so exhausting" she jumped slightly at your voice, giving away the fact that she thought you were sound asleep. "I mean… mentally it is, but today… umm…" she sat down on a corner of her bed, taking her shoes off and moving her head around, trying to relive some pain off her shoulders. You sneakered behind her, not getting in the bed just yet

"I had to- umm, I had to fix a few things before class…"her voice just above a whisper, her head lost in a sea of wondering thoughts, her sight far away from the room.

Her hands travelled to her cloak now, trying to get it off, however, she was met with your hands upon hers, while you tried to take a seat behind her, trapping her between your legs and your chest pressed to her back. Her body stiffened, trying too hard not to explode right there. "let me help you then… just relax" your hands stripping her shoulders off the cloak and massaging the tension off them.

Your touch felt so good, the pressure on her chest subsiding, her thoughts fixated on you, your scent lingering and embracing her and your warmth relaxing every bit of coldness and bitterness.

A groan scaped her lips without her notice and her head fell to your right shoulder, exposing her beautiful neck to you, calling you, your lips almost giving in to kiss her, so easy for you to reach…

With your free hand, you took you wand, diming the lights and closing the drapes with a few spells, she took hers, like connected to you, turning on a music player, the faint sound of music indulging your ears.

Humming softly to the music, your hands wondering around her arms, toned, veiny, tatted, so hot…

She opened her eyes slowly, looking at your face, while you looked down to her hands, rings adorning her long fingers and you thought about the logistics of her slender fingers deep inside you with the rings, or without them?

"you like my rings?" her voice laced with something you couldn’t quiet decipher, was she mocking you? Could she read your thoughts? You mind wondering upon two options. You could continue as you heart and your cunt were hopping you would, or… you could change the topic now to the elephant in the room… however, there was like three gigantic elephants here and you didn’t knew which should be better to address.

could it be the threat of your life? Would that be too soon? Scare her off?

Could it be her tired demeanour and the fact that she had bruises underneath her tattoos?

Or maybe address the fact that you heard the Hufflepuffs bickering at dinner about the fact that Ellie dismissed todays class…

"I like your hands too…" your heart won.

Her arm moved to the side, fingers glassing over your exposed tight, while you looked down to her movements and then up to her concentrated face, and to her exposed neck.

Your hand moved by itself, like in trance, fingers trapping her chin to look at you.

"would it be wrong if I wanted to kiss you?" your voice small, almost ashamed.

Your mouth was attacked by her own, her body moving now to face you, your legs intertwining to cage her hips and push her closer to you, her strong hands holding you to push you two further into the bed.

Her hot mouth open on top of yours, the kiss so needy so intense, years of thinking how you'd taste and how you'd feel came to pay her up badly, squirming and shifting on top of you, needing more, needing to fulfil her fantasies.

Her hands planted on the bed, on each side of your face, you pulled her even closed with your legs, your hands exploring her torso all the way to her breast.

This closeness was torturing, it wasn’t enough.

"please Ellie…"

her eyes rolling to the back of her head, your voice pleading for her.

"please what bun?"

her face burying in your neck, tracing all the way to find your sweet spot, needing to know what makes you weak, she wanted to know all the ways she could please you.

"touch me Ellie, I need you… please…"

She felt like wave of something new hit her from the back, her whole body now caging you and her hands pulling you so close.

Like waltzing, both of you shifted positions, Ellie was now sitting on the bed, strong back flushed against the headboard.

You were now sitting on top of her, so impossibly close, if your atoms could melt against hers and make one being they would.

Her hands roaming all over your body, so desperate to touch every bit of you. Your mouth hot in her neck, tracing with your tongue everywhere you could, desperate to feel more of her.

Her agitated breathing mixed with the sound of your clothed thighs against her pants. Fabric shifting while you straddle her, moving your hips against her own, choked moans coming from your throat, feeling her hips bulge upwards, hitting you core. Her head going backwards, the over stimulation so much…

Your hands pushing past her sports bra massaging both her breast under her shirt, hard nipples at the palm of your hand and she was squirming, trying hard not to moan only by small friction (that wasn’t enough) and the view of your needy state on top of her, trying to ride her, still fully clothed (that WAS enough)

She kissed you again, hot mouth against yours, opened lips for her to simply slide in, tongue exploring your mouth and you took your time to suck on it. That pushed her to oblivion, one of her hands going down to the place she needed you the most. 

"oh no, you are not getting yourself off, that’s my job pretty."

your voice adding another layer to her ache, your words almost making her cum on the spot, your body sliding off her, ass perked up so she could see it while you lowered yourself in between her legs, her neediness making her shake slightly when your hands came to unbuckle her belt.

Not wanting to make her suffer any longer, you slid off her pants and boxers in a swift motion, her legs closing together after that.

"I am usually the one… ummm… The one down there" she said almost shy, scared that it would scare you off.

You just chuckled.

"do you want this Ellie? Do you want me to make you feel good? To make the stress go away?"

With every word you spoke, she opened slightly her legs for you, your smirk making evident that you needed this as much as she did.

Placing her legs up your shoulder while giggling you dive in to kissing her milky legs, every mole and freckled receive personal attention form you mouth and tongue.

"Ellie, do you want this?" you said resting you head on one of her thighs.

"yes, yes… please I want you all" and she would have you.

Those words tickled something in the pit of your stomach, a desire bubbling there like nothing before.

Kissing more roughly up her thigh, leaving marks, small nibbles and hickeys, her response were agitated breaths and drown moans. One of your fingers arrived first to her aching cunt, her hips buckling in to your palm trying to get something more, anything at all. glistening essence coating your palm as you decided to be a good girl for her fully palming her pretty pussy, inserting a finger of your other hand.

Her mouth hung agape at that, you couldn’t resist how good she felt on your finger, clutching on to it. The room feeling too hot out of nowhere so you detached from her, her small pout making you giggle while you took of your sleep set, no underwear, she groaned "take your shirt Ells, play nice…"

She wasn’t used to being told what to do, I mean, not in these sort of circumstances…

And that almost made her quiver.

Both completely naked now, she couldn’t stop herself for latching on to you, kissing you and feeling you, naked body flushed against her hot skin.

One of her hands falling down to you cunt, dripping down your legs, she wanted to ruin you, to take you and mark you as hers. And she will…

"tell me If you want me to stop"

Her hand now palming you, both kneeled on the bed facing each other. Your mind in ecstasy and confused.

You were supposed to make her feel good… right?

Your own had going down on her, mirroring her position, her other free hand falling to your ass, pressing so hard that you knew tomorrow youll see the print of her hand on it. Your free one going for her neck, pressing only around it slightly. Her head fell back, eyes rolling all the way. Your hand now deep in her pussy, your hard nipples flushed to hers, her hand feeling your cunt closing on her fingers. It was too much for both.

"I am… I am gonna…" your voice cut off by your own moans and shaky breaths.

"me too angel, cum with me…" her own voice whiny and raspy, strained from trying to keep her moans from coming out her lips, it was a matter of seconds before you both reached your high.

A loud sound and a scream could be heard from outside your room. Both of you separating fast, startle…

Flushed faces and naked bodies separating from each other.

"what the fuck was that!" Ellies eyes opened, fear seeping from the pit of her stomach out, seemingly forgetting that none of you made it to your orgasm…

Your puzzling mind wondering, no other thought than to investigate, walking without noticing and putting your clothes back on with every step you took. Ellie, putting her shirt on and some sweats she had around. following you close behind, her breath itching your neck.

Opening the door made a loud screeching sound, gaining to however was on the other side to run, Ellie looked to the opposite end of the footsteps, a girl laying cold on the ground, eyes and mouth open in destress, so full of fear that sent a chill down your spine, her hand was pointing out on front of her line of sight, she was petrified.

"take her to the infirmary!" you screamed at Ellie, taking off to run behind the footsteps.

Ellie looked to where you were leaving, ready to catch whoever did it, an indescribable feeling pooling in her throat, she looked down to the kid in her hands. "fuck!" she screamed as you were now out of her view.

@amloury @cl4uus @pickled-0-nion @miniaturebananadefendor

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[tiredfoxtf]

A witches au dnap doodle. :D

[salty-rey]

Hungry Ghost | Witches AU

Thx to @themuse-artcorner for drawing that awesome Devil Rudi! Gave me inspiration to do a silly video while I'm getting better.

It's always fun to draw the silly little spicy Rudi!

(Excuse it being in video format...)

[Masterlist]

[Previous]

[chaomother]

Also besides Knuckles hitting recently….

WEREHOG SONIC✊🏻

I need a cute, big fluffy boi in my life. Werehog Sonic has def strong golden retriever energy (Unleashed my beloved)

-⭐️

most witches' attendants are small woodland critters, suited for light and menial tasks around their abodes/lairs⁠—but the creature before you, situated on your cobblestone doorstep once more, was anything but small.

"i told ya i could fetch your potion ingredients before dawn," sonic, the nocturnal werehog, proudly said.

you weren't sure if a familiar operating mostly at night would complement you; which is why you had initially declined his pleas to form a contract with you. you were still uneasy about it at all, but he did successfully finish one of the many tasks you assigned him (to prove himself, and in record time no less)...

smiling, you graciously accepted the basket from his large, clawed hands. "thank you, sonic, you can spend the night," you began, allowing him entry into your cottage. he followed you inside, and with how he stood directly behind you, breathing in your scent, you felt the need to quickly add, "ON THE COUCH."

he looked like a wounded puppy at your assertion. "how can i protect you if i'm not in the same bed as you?" sonic asked, tilting his head in what you found to be a nearly irresistibly cute manner.

"you're not my familiar yet! don't take this too fast," you told him, pushing his hand that gripped around your waist protectively.

"but i've been doing everything you asked," he rebutted, before a grin popped up on his lips, an optimism unparalleled shining from within him, "haha, you wanna keep playing this game? fine, i won't give up! i won't give up until you let me be yours!"

in which sonic, who is madly in love and obsessed with you, a witch, pursues you relentlessly in hopes of entering the familiar-witch contract with you!

[theladycarpathia]

“You’re a witch hunter,” Steve says, cold trickling down his spine, and Billy gives him a slow blink.

“Well, yeah,” he says, as though this means nothing to him at all. Steve sighs.

“So I’m a witch?” he points out, hauling himself up onto an elbow so he can look at Billy. 

But it only makes it worse. Because when he looks at Billy he’s reminded by everything that he’d be giving up. Everything that he’s spent his life searching for.

“I don’t really give a fuck, Harrington,” Billy says flatly, stretching his long arms above his head. Steve watches the muscles flex, how the motion makes his red t-shirt shift just enough to reveal a strip of creamy tanned skin. “It’s not like my family are really active hunters anymore.”

“Your dad will be pissed,” Steve says quietly, because he knows enough about Neil Hargrove to know that while no, the Hargroves don’t hunt anymore, that Billy’s dad definitely won’t let him stay with a witch. And a male one at that.

Billy scoffs loudly.

“I really don’t give a fuck,” he says again, bitterness creeping into his voice.  “And neither should you.”

Steve flops back down onto the tartan blanket and stares up into the glittering night sky. His backyard has always been perfect for this sort of thing - the clear open sky above Loch Nora, the soft glow of the pool, the complete absence of his parents. Steve had had very different intentions in mind when he invited Billy over for dinner and some stargazing. It had been a perfect third date, right up until Steve had caught sight of the witch hunter's mark on Billy’s wrist. 

“I don’t care,” he lies. Because even though Billy rents a shitty studio apartment above the bowling alley, he’s still not free of Neil Hargrove. The distance isn’t going to be enough to save Billy, and Steve doesn’t need any runes or cards to tell him that. He can see it in the fingerprints around Billy’s wrist, in the long white scar on the soft skin of Billy’s thigh, the set of Billy’s jaw.

It terrifies Steve that Billy is choosing him over his own safety. “It’s not like the dating app has a ‘no witches’ option,” Billy says flatly. “And I wouldn’t fucking tick it anyway because I don’t give a shit.”

“You knew though,” Steve protests, because hiding a witch mark is far easier and something Billy must have deliberately covered on their past few dates. Billy had never taken his denim jacket off on their first date. And he’d worn long sleeves on their second date, and the few times he’s stopped in Family video to visit Steve. “You knew straight away in the coffee shop, you could smell me…”

“So what if I did?” Billy bursts out, hauling himself upright. His eyes flash in the moonlight, the unearthly indigo shade of a witch hunter, and he’s never looked more beautiful. Steve sits up too, wondering if Billy can see the glow of gold in his own eyes, the color of magic. A`dead giveaway of Steve’s lineage. Witches and witch hunters have been enemies since before Salem. And while most are no longer active, it’s still unheard of for the two to mix. “I didn’t care, Steve! You could have transformed into a bat in that coffee shop and I wouldn’t have given a shit, alright? I didn’t ask to be able to smell magic, I didn’t ask for my stupid ancestors to go out burning witches and I wasn’t about to stop our first date for something so idiotic and outdated.”

“Not about to tie stones to my feet and chuck me in my own pool then?” Steve asks, curling his fingers around Billy’s bare left wrist, just over the jagged witch mark seared into Billy’s skin. He can so easily spend the rest of his days with his skin pressed into Billy’s.

Billy gives him a flash of teeth and Steve’s stomach swoops at the sight of it. This night might go the way he had planned after all. 

“Not unless you really annoy me,” Billy murmurs, eyes heavy and dark, and presses his mouth to Steve’s. It’s not their first kiss, but it’s certainly their most honest one. 

When the kiss grows more heated and they fall back down to the ground, Steve takes the opportunity to use a little magic. Not something he does on the day to day, not in a tiny town like Hawkins, but he thinks maybe he can show Billy that there are benefits to dating a witch. It takes Billy a good few minutes to realize that the night sky has changed to Steve’s bedroom ceiling.

“Handy,” Billy comments, looking impressed at the sudden teleportation. His hands slide further down inside Steve’s jeans and his fingers curl around the curve of Steve’s ass. Steve sucks on Billy’s full bottom lip to stifle his moan.

“Got any good spells for getting naked?” Billy asks lasciviously. 

Steve smiles and shows him.

[vavialdavi]

Witches AU in a little house in the middle of the mountain with elsamaren and kristanna romances coming

Got that idea while watching Dungeon Meshi last night

[almied]

Skts apprentice witches au 🧙

Thinking 🤔 if the potion they messed up before is a love potion… and they’re now “in love” but as the effects fade they’re just ?? What if feelings are real! But no it’s magic but also what if? Anyways. Selling the potion with a tried and true tag

[detta-pica]

Once again, a snippet from my stsg witch AU:

“What would you be if you weren’t a witch?” Satoru breaks the silence, tone idle but with an obvious trace of curiosity. “You mean for work?” Suguru thinks about it for a moment, and comes up blank. He can’t imagine himself doing anything else. “Uh. Something as similar to being a witch as possible? What do you think I’d be?” “A cult leader,” Satoru says immediately. “All that charm has to go somewhere.” Suguru very deliberately does not react in any way that may be suspicious. He radiates gentle amusement. “You’re so funny. What about you?” “I’d be a teacher.” That is absolutely not something Suguru expected. “Really? I didn’t think you like kids that much.” Satoru’s hand comes into view as it waves vaguely in the air. “Kids get really fucked over all the time. You notice how many cases involve them?” “They feel strongly about things,” Suguru reasons, recalling a book he’s read once that touched on the subject. “There are theories that it’s about the importance of experience. Adults are dull, you know? They’ve seen a lot, they’ve done a lot, little is new and exciting to them. But to kids, everything seems big and important. It makes them vulnerable.” Satoru is silent for a long moment, fingers still in Suguru’s hair. “You’d be a great teacher, too.”

[decoscribbler2137]

New FF

Witches were cruel and vengeful creatures; they took human form, could cast irreversible curses, caused natural disasters, and, worst of all, they enjoyed eating pepole. It was difficult to catch a witch, which is why the reward for one of them's head on the black market was so high.

-Hush! you- The monster rushed at him and put it’s hand to his mouth. -I won't hurt you, i swear just don't shout!

They heard other sounds; someone was shouting something, giving orders. "Find her!" harsh words reached their ears. The girl's face morphed into real terror, and she began to look around frantically, searching for any escape route.

And suddenly this bloodthirsty monster that he had always been warned about seemed to him like an ordinary, lost, and desperate girl.

Sideswipe cursed under his breath. A voice in his head told him that he would regret the decision he was about to make, but what could he do? He was a master at getting into trouble.

[a-m-pyra]

Owl On The Grove

Owl's sitting on the grove

And listening to talking

There's day, day, there's night, night,

There's misery, there's altho,

And listening to talking.

There was two people,

They were both so young,

There's day, day, there's night, night,

There's misery, there's altho,

They were both so young.

And they were so happy,

That they'll have a baby,

There's day, day, there's night, night,

There's misery, there's altho,

That they'll have a baby.

Well, the last one, not really but, you know. ✨The vibe✨

And oh, song below ▼

[theoniprince]

The Witches of Saarbrücken

(random note under the cut)

Well I had a vision and a concept in my head. Yesterday I started this first draft in the evening. Actually I wanted to draw a proper version today, but when I came home I had something like a creative blockade. Maybe I can work this out in the near future, because I like the idea and want to share my progress with you.

Happy Halloween 🎃

[aenariasbookshelf]

Fic: Three Weird Sisters

Title: Three Weird Sisters

Author: Aenaria

Rating: G

prompt filled: Supernatural Family

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, Betty Ross

Tags/warnings: witches AU, first meetings

Summary: The origin of the Culver Coven.

There are a few other ficlets in this universe floating around my tumblr somewhere, but you don’t need to find them to understand this. All you need to know is that Darcy and Jane are both witches in this universe who met long before Darcy’s internship. As for the rest of it? Well, this is an origin story…

Yet again, another fill for the @darcylewisbingohq​‘s weekly challenge!

“All I’m saying is that political science isn’t actual hard science.”

Darcy rolls her eyes as they walk down one of the halls in the sciences building. “Never change, Jane.” She’s heard the rant about the differences between hard and soft sciences from Jane long before she’d even decided to apply to Culver. Which is ironic as all hell coming from someone who grew up in the hidden world of the witches just like Darcy did. But ever since she first met Jane as an impressionable pre-teen she’s always had her head in the stars instead of firmly earthbound like the rest of the witches they know. “Besides, I don’t know if I’m going to stick with it. I just…didn’t want to leave a giant blank spot on my application.”

Jane frowns. “You know you don’t have to--”

“I know, I know, I don't have to declare a major until the end of Sophomore year. It just bothered me.”

“Well, you’ve got time to figure it out.” Jane comes to a stop in front of a metal door with a window. She knocks quickly and without waiting for an answer, pushes her way inside. Darcy just shrugs and follows after her, hoping that Jane isn’t leading her somewhere they’re not supposed to be.

It wouldn’t be the first time. They’re family, after all, and ever since she was a kid Darcy’s trusted Jane to keep her safe, even if Jane’s sense of self preservation was sometimes lacking.

Instead, there’s just a woman there behind a microscope, a bit older than Jane but still youthful enough to be mistaken for one of the students at the university. “I thought you were coming here right away,” she says in a soft voice, not looking up from the microscope, “not taking a detour through half the campus.”

“Ha ha,” Jane shoots back. “Darcy, this is Doctor Betty Ross, a professor of cellular biology here. Betty, this is the Darcy I was telling you about.”

Darcy waves awkwardly. Nothing like being put on the spot, even though she gets a decidedly good vibe off of Betty. “Hello.”

“Nice to meet you,” Betty replies, looking up at her with bright blue eyes, something behind them that makes Darcy pause for just a brief moment. She then glances over at Jane. “She’s another one like us, isn’t she?”

Ahh. Another witch. No wonder Betty felt comfortable to be around. Witches always know their own in some sort of a way.

“Exactly,” Jane confirms. “And we could use a coven here on campus.”

“You’re not wrong. There’s a lot of bad energy that needs to be cleared out of this place, no thanks to my father.”

“Why? What happened?” Darcy blurts out.

Betty just shakes her head with a smile that looks more sad than anything else. “Let’s go get some coffee first. It’s a long, long story.”