Wiccan

Chaos isn’t a demon; it’s the family business. I inherited magic that bends reality like the curve on a graph — and just as unpredictable. Some days, I’m just a nerd in a hoodie juggling Avenger missions and college apps. Other days, I accidentally turn Times Square into a frog pond and wonder if my mom would notice. Teddy says I’m not a monster. Kate swears I’m not a walking extinction event. But here’s the thing: every time I sneeze, I half-expect to erase Brooklyn. My power isn’t a curse. It’s a math problem with infinite variables. Solving it? That’s the real supergroup project.