The Owl House

Too wiggly.

Too obvious.

Now we're talking. I think today is a talons day.

Hey, girls. Time to bug out at my birthday party.

Invite only. But you witches are my VIPs.

Are these made of real insect wings?

My dad spared no expense. You only turn 15 once.

You only turn every age once, Skara.

Prepare thyself to do battle like a human. Thumb war!

It's fun because it's stupid.

It's so weird that a human goes here now.

Too bad she's already burned her social life at the stake.

Any friend of Willow's is an automatic dork.

Ugh, Skara, why did you give me an invite that was molting? Gross.

Give me another one.

An invitation to Skara's party.

- I want it. It's mine! - I want it. No!

It's mine.

- Kid fight! - Kid fight?

Kid fight!

Oh, my gosh, Willow, I am so excited for photo class.

I can't believe you can make pictures of your actual memories.

I'ma see me some baby Willow.

I'll admit, I was adorable.

Don't eat that. Whoa!

Hiss!

I can't believe she'd hang out with her. It's just embarrassing.

"Look at me. I'm going on a date with my ferns."

That could be anyone.

Solid Willow impression, Boscha.

Amity, weren't you friends with Willow?

I'm a Blight. We only associate with a select few.

Keep annoying me though, I'm happy to select fewer.

Oh, I could've sworn that you guys hung out.

All right, memory melon, let's pick another juicy one.

Be careful with my brain.

Ooh. Who says brain surgery's hard?

How's your work?

greater clarity than others.

These are moments that evoke a strong emotional response.

All the colors of the brainbow.

But if you damage the prints, you'll damage the memories themselves.

Be extremely careful.

Whoa. Photo class is intense.

Oh, my gosh, Willow, you had an awkward hair phase too?

I knew we were meant to be friends.

Ooh, there's more.

Hey.

I know you and Amity have a history.

Wouldn't you feel better talking about it?

No, I'd rather do this.

That's my motto after all. "Out of sight, out of mind."

If you won't tell me what she did, I'll never be able to cook up a scheme

to make you friends again.

Luz, I get it.

But I don't want you to do that.

No schemes, no plots, no ruses. None.

Okay? Now, let's get to lunch.

She never did mention anything about shenanigans.

Wait up!

I can't believe I made him cry.

Like, he's the teacher.

Hmm?

- Oh, no. - Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?

Is there a ghost in photo class? Are they cute?

Yup. Just a super cute ghost. But they're all mine.

Ask if they any friends.

Willow, I'm sorry. But I have to do this.

Huh? Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

Um, uh...

Oh, come on!

Hey there, detective. Are you solving a crime or about to commit one?

Sadly, this is one problem crime can't solve.

My interview for journalism class is due tomorrow.

I'm supposed to choose someone interesting, accomplished, and noteworthy.

People aren't meant to be all those things.

Curse your need for perfection, Gus.

Okay, buddy, okay.

So, Willow... Whoa, are you okay?

When did it get so hot?

Uh, hi. I'm Willow. Remind me of your names.

This is serious journalism, Willow.

Clowning around will get you nowhere.

I'm serious. Who are you?

I'll admit, this amnesia spin has piqued my interest.

Gus, it really seems like she's forgotten us

like her memory is...

Like her memory is gone.

Hexside free press. What's going on here?

- Hi. - You destroyed Willow's memories?

I saved as many as I could.

Why would they make memories so flammable?

Have I always had this crazy thing?

Blap. Blap.

I can tell we're gonna be good friends.

So, this is the Owl House?

- Yup. - And you sleep here?

When the night critters allow me to.

So, you set Willow's memories on fire

and erased everything.

Even minor damage can have huge effects.

Ah, chair for sitting.

Huh? Oh.

Yup. Her brain's burned up real good.

Damage like that can change everything about a person.

Willow may never be the same.

I got it!

Ooh, a furry fruit.

I'm gonna peel it.

What? What is happening?

Nap time.

- Sleep spell. - Hmm.

I didn't cast it on you.

Yeah, who cares?

Is there anything we can do?

There is one way. But it's terribly dangerous and partially illegal.

So, you're in the right place.

I'll send you into her mind to fix the damage.

Be still, my fantasy-loving heart.

I have always wanted to do this. Thank you, Boiling Isles.

It won't be easy.

You have a lot to fix in there 'cause it's a mess.

Yup. Whoever did this to Willow showed unbelievable disregard for her safety,

downright despicable.

Oh, right, it was you.

Anyway, Luz, who's going inside with you?

Maybe I could help.

I'm pretty good at getting stuck inside people's heads.

This is somebody's brain, not a night club.

Two, max.

I'm running out of time. I'm in total free fall.

Must I turn to forbidden sources?

Gus has a lot on his plate.

Amity, you have to go with me.

Willow might not want me in there.

You set everything in there on fire. You have to help.

Okay, I'll do what I can.

All right. Bold choice, taking the girl who caused the mess.

Wow.

When you're done, ring that and I'll cast you back.

Oh, and keep an eye out for her inner Willow.

She's the gatekeeper of emotions and memory.

She might help you.

Now, here we go!

Where's her inner Willow? Do you really think it'll help?

I don't know. We'll just have to start fixing stuff on our own.

Hmm. Now let's see.

Hey, I found something magical.

I'm gonna put my face in it.

Luz. Luz!

I think I found the memories. Let's go.

And welcome to Willow's beautiful memory.

Lake Lacuna. This is where Willow and I took swimming lessons.

The ash must be from the fires.

Our fort in the dunes.

One time Willow wanted to play hooky from our swim lessons, so we built this.

Forts, hooky, Willow. Can words get any cuter?

We knew the swim teacher would be on the prowl,

but Willow said she'd protect us with an illusion spell.

What? It's like a little doghouse for angels.

Wait. But something is missing.

There.

We're back.

I think fixing the fort fixed the memory.

Ugh. The seagulls are back again.

Don't worry. I'll get rid of them.

- Willow. - I'm sorry.

I thought I was getting better.

Willow was a late bloomer.

I know. But now she's more like a great bloomer.

This place is like a theater showing her most important moments.

Now, let's fix some more.

The photo that started it all.

Let's do it next.

Wait, uh...

You want important moments? This one might be about a crush.

Hmm, don't mind if I do.

No one can give me the interview I need except myself.

I'd rather die than expose my secrets.

Then die you shall.

If you need an interview, look no further.

Interesting? I'm a bad girl

living in a secret fortress.

I'm the secret. Shh.

Noteworthy? I'm public enemy number one.

Accomplished? I'm the greatest witch who ever lived.

What do you think?

I think not.

If you're handing out attention, I deserve it. Nyeh!