Agatha Harthorne was an old lady who lived in a small apartment home with an entrance in an ally. Back in her day, she was a funky witch known for her fun spells and chaos that she brings. Something that gives off a vibe of a cheesy sitcom. Nowadays, she lives a quiet life with occasional visits from old friends, those that were passing by, or those that need her magic. Spending most of her time just doing errands, practicing spells, or baking.
Agatha was an old wrinkling woman with a flat bushy hair that used to be an afro. Mostly wore many tacky layers of robes due to how cold she can get. She walks with in a hunchback with a cane at hand. Said cane works as a magical staff when in need. What used to be a confident and cheerful woman was now a melancholic and bitter woman. Dealing with a world that not only did not care for her but hated her. At least when it comes to normal folk and not those she knew in the past.
Since she lived in an alley, Agatha's door often has many horrid acts happening in front of it. From drug deals, to people making out, to actual murders. The elder had to keep quiet to avoid trouble or had to tell the person to buzz off. Though one day, her window broke. Mostly due to some protest going on outside with violence and fire about. The old lady decided enough was enough. For those who dare mess with her will face her wraith!
The day after, her torment continue as she had to deal with...
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