Bestial Lust (The Owl House AU)

In a dark alley on the outskirts of Bonesborough, Oliver lay panting after his desperate escape.

"That was close... I don't want to be turned into a statue by the Emperor any time soon."

He leaned against a damp wall, trying to catch his breath. His thoughts were racing as fast as his feet had moments ago.

"If they're persecuting me, it can only be for two reasons: either Lilith found out that I helped Eda, or my father opened his mouth."

Before he could think any further, a loud snore betrayed his hunger.

"Shit... And I still have to go to school."

Without wasting any time, he ran to the hotel where he was staying. He ordered lunch for the day—griffin steak in sauce—and ate it quickly.

"It's a good thing I got used to the cuisine here through my body's memories."

Not wanting to be any later, he went up to his room, put on his uniform and said goodbye to Charles before flying off towards Hexside.

As he crossed the sky, a thought came to his mind.

"Besides... who do you think masturbated thinking about me? Was it Katya? Or the Blights?"

He shook his head, dismissing the doubt with a smirk.

"Either way, it only benefits me. An alternative source of XP is never a bad thing."

As they approached the gates of Hexside, Oliver asked Felix to hide inside the backpack. The little crow didn't look at all pleased.

"Sorry, mate, but I don't want to draw attention to myself right now."

Felix croaked, clearly displeased, but accepted the decision. Oliver hurried up the stairs, dodging the students who crowded the hallways, each with their own peculiarities.

"I promise I'll let you go later."

Just as I was about to enter, a voice cut through the hubbub around me.

"Look what we have here... The Lonely Weirdo."

Oliver looked in the direction of the voice and found Boscha. She had a slender figure, fair skin, blue-gray eyes, and reddish-violet hair tied in a bun. Like most witches in the Boiling Isles, her ears were pointed, but one extra detail stood out: a third eye on her forehead. She wore the Potions course uniform and displayed her usual air of superiority.

Oliver frowned. He knew this wasn't going to be a peaceful day.

Boscha crossed his arms and smirked. "Still running away like a rat, Oliver? Or are you finally going to act like a real wizard?"

Oliver raised an eyebrow, his voice calm and disinterested. "Ah, Boscha... always so worried about me. It's almost cute."

She frowns, not expecting an answer from someone who had put up with everything in silence — "Don't think you're someone special, loser, you're still a nobody." 

Oliver sighed, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. "And yet, here you are, spending your time trying to provoke me. If I'm so insignificant, what does that make you?"

Boscha pursed her lips, but before she could respond, a group of students began to murmur around her. Oliver just smiled, stepping forward.

"If you want to continue, feel free, but I have class. Try not to obsess over me, okay?"

Saying that, he walked past her and into the halls of Hexside, leaving Boscha

back, furious.

I think I have my next target.