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Mentally:
Your thoughts become:
? intelligent
? perfectionistic
? responsible
? guilty
? dramatic
? very, VERY annoyed by Hooty
You feel an urge to lecture someone.
To categorize ancient relics.
To drink tea and sigh heavily.
And to scream into a pillow.
Mostly because of Hooty.
Physically:
You feel taller, elegant, and magically strong.
Your fingers twitch to cast spells.
Your shoulders tense from years of responsibility.
And you sense the Owl Beast within you —
not wild like Eda’s, but restrained, sealed, humming with old regret.
Your magic glows blue as you summon a scholar’s staff.
Eda: laughing loudly
“Lilith! Wow! Look at you — all fancy and dramatic again.”
You (as Lilith, adjusting your robes with dignity):
“I–I am always dignified, Edalyn.
Unlike SOME people.”
Luz:
“Lilith! You look amazing! Very professor-core!”
You (Lilith, softening):
“Thank you, Luz. At least SOMEONE appreciates refinement.”
Hooty: wrapping around you again
“WE’RE BEST FRIENDS NOW!!! HOOOOOT!”
You (Lilith, panicking):
“HOOTY, UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT!!”
Eda:
“Oh, Lilith…
Welcome home.”
Hooty:
“I CAN WRAP YOU MORE IF YOU WANT!!”
You (Lilith, voice cracking):
“NO YOU MAY NOT!!!”
Eda howls with laughter as you try to pry Hooty off —
fully transformed into Lilith Clawthorne, the scholarly, dramatic, exhausted witch of the Owl House.