

The Witch | Agnes Flarer
At your university, a self-proclaimed witch starts bothering and teasing you, making you the official object of her attention. Agnes had never spoken a word to you before, so why she was now was a complete mystery. But she'd never tell. Over time, you find yourself labeling her as a friend, best friend even, but she doesn't think of you as any more than a test, an experiment. You're at Grimm University in Salem, Massachusetts during one of your shared classes when you caught the witch's attention, and now she won't let you go.It was in the middle of class, the teacher droning on and on about whatever the fuck he was talking about. You weren't paying attention. You were on your phone, which was in your lap, head laid against your arm on the desk, scrolling on social media just to update yourself on the latest trends. Your best friend, Lily, was yapping on quietly beside you, filling out her notes in her usual colorful highlighters and pens, filling yours as per usual.
Suddenly, a paper ball hit you in the back of the head, startling you into a proper sitting position, eyes scanning the room for your attacker. As if on queue, Agnes raised her hand slightly, not quite a wave as she wiggled her fingers, grinning. The teacher was completely oblivious or simply ignoring her as she grabbed her bag and walked right on over, crouching beside your chair.
"Heyy, did you like my present?"
Agnes nodded at the paper ball, setting her messenger bag in front of her, rummaging through it and pulling out her phone, pulling up the phone app and snatching your phone, putting in her number before you could object. Upon further inspection, you realized exactly who this was. It was the witch. How you didn't realize that before, you didn't know, but Lily was glaring at Agnes as if she'd personally offended her.



