So, we’ve had witch!Lucy, and now witch!Alex, but what about witch!Maggie?

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Witch!Maggie is raised with magic, but in secret. It’s passed down her mother’s line; how to make food filling and healing when times are lean, how to keep things out of the house, what to do when things slip in, and how to tell real people from Others. Her father doesn’t know, isn’t allowed to know; the age of science has made magic obsolete in most places.

But in the fields, the mountains, and the all the places electricity doesn’t smother every other kind of energy, magic thrives. Magic is necessary. Her father has to rely on science and evidence that can be verified by anyone and everyone. He can’t understand magic.

When Maggie is sent to her father’s sister, she keeps silent her small magics. She practices what she knows. She has to write down everything again; her mother didn’t slip her notebook into the suitcase. Maggie doesn’t want to think if it was a choice on her mother’s part.

Maggie wards every residence she calls her own. She keeps her skills up by working magic into her meals, keeps an Eye out for things that are neither human nor alien, and learns how to layer protective and notice-me-not magics into her clothing. Her patrol car, and later her Charger, are constant works in projects with weaving magic into machines. She never goes without her kevlar vest, but she doesn’t worry about grazes and headshots.

Her grandmother visits her once, and only once. She gives Maggie a candle that will never burn low. It’s meant to keep Maggie connected to the family magics. They light it together. Maggie never again sees her grandmother alive.

Maggie uses her magic on cases to follow energy trails, to hone in on ill intent and desperation and fear. She can pick out lies, can stare down suspects because they aren’t as scary or as clever as the Things in the cornfields of her childhood. She trades with pigeons treats for a direction to go in.

After her first two misadventures with Alex Danvers, Maggie waits for Alex to leave her jacket unattended before attacking it with enough protective magic to leak into every other piece of clothing it’ll touch over the next few days. The work leaves Maggie drained, but it’s worth it.

For Lucy, Maggie layers calm into Lucy’s uniform polos. Running a base is not easy, and while Lucy can handle it, Alex is, apparently, not the only idiot doing stupid shit to complete an objective.

Maggie always tries to get a hold their plates and take out boxes to pour magic into the food; health, safety, and relaxation are what she focuses on most. She plays with their hair, when she can, and hum the spells she can recall for faded nightmares and a restful sleep. (Never a sleep without nightmares; the mind needs to process things, this is known)

Maggie’s secret comes out when Alex is taken hostage. The attacking aliens abscond with her before Kara can reach the area. Kara can’t track Alex, and her sub-dermal tracker isn’t appearing. Maggie’s quick location spell points up.

Alex is on a spaceship. Maggie has no idea how to tell anyone that.

Not an hour after Alex is taken, she is delivered to the DEO by very apologetic aliens, who also turn themselves in. When Maggie runs over to Alex and wraps her in a hug, the aliens flinch away. They say, “We’re sorry. We will accept the punishment of taking who is yours.”

Alex, Lucy, Kara, and J’onn are giving Maggie confused looks. Maggie aims for the same. “What are you talking about?”

“We didn’t think humans remembered,” the aliens say. “We thought they have forgotten. But you remember, and you are powerful. We have no wish to challenge you.”

Maggie decides to use this to her advantage and deflect if possible. “Then please cooperate with us.”

They agree, and go with some agents without trouble.

Alex immediately focuses on Maggie. “They ran scans. They found some kind of energy on my gear, and it sure as hell isn’t kryptonite. Then they scanned the DEO. You lit up and made them PANIC. Babe, I don’t care what you are, I love you, but what is going on?”

Maggie looks at the four people who had stood by her for this long. Everything she has brought into their lives, good and bad, they have seen through to the end. “Do you believe in magic?”