𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 ── chilling adventures of sabrina

xi | jesse putnam

ACT I — CHAPTER XI
Jᴇssᴇ Pᴜᴛɴᴀᴍ

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The Spellman twins stood facing the door they had just entered as the woman who they had believed to be their teacher closed it behind them. She turned around to face the twins.

"Can I get you something?" she asked, walking over to a plate of bread she had on the coffee table, "Some yummy, almond —"

"Yeah, we're not exactly hungry right now. What we want is answers," Lydia snapped, cutting her off.

"Yes, of course," Ms. Wardwell sighed. She sat down in an armchair and gestured toward the couch opposite her. The twins obliged, sitting down.

"You asked me what I am, but you know. I believe both of you have known for a while."

Sabrina sat up in her seat, "You're a —"

"A witch, yes," Wardwell said.

"All this time you've been lying to us?" Sabrina asked.

"Protecting you. Trying to. Watching you two from afar," Wardwell tried to explain, sitting down at the table with them.

"Watching us? How?" Sabrina asked.

"I used a — a scrying spell. On your mirrors. It's how I knew you were at the mercy of Batibat," Wardwell told them.

"Oh, so you broke into our house and have been stalking us for Satan knows how long.," Lydia scoffed.

"But why?" Sabrina questioned, but then shook her head, "No, I think it's best you answer these questions in front of the High Priest."

Sabrina stood up and yanked Lydia up as she walked them to the door.

"Lydia, Sabrina please, it was Edward that asked me to look after you!" Wardwell called, her voice desperate. The twins stopped walking.  They shared a glance before turning around to face their teacher, who was slowly walking up to them.

"What do you know about our father?" Sabrina asked.

"I — I was his acolyte. His student, then," Wardwell looked to her fireplace, wringing her hands together, "Then his secretary."

"Was this when he was High Priest?" Lydia asked.

"Yes," Wardwell breathed out. She gestured back to her couch, beckoning for the twins to sit down again. Lydia begrudgingly agreed and the three of them sat back down.

"I, uh, I sought him out. I had been excommunicated from my own coven, the Church of Shadows, in New Hampshire," Wardwell explained, "I'd fallen in love with a mortal, you see, and was engaged to be married. Foolish, but there I was, a witch without a coven. With no one to understand my plight. No one, that is, except —"

"Our father," Lydia said, gulping. Wardwell stood up, walking over to her fireplace.

"I showed up on his doorstep, eager to apprentice with him. Edward Spellman, who wanted to reform the Church of Night, change its laws so that witches and mortals could marry without stigma. He and your mother would be pioneers."

"But then they died," the twins said, simultaneously, "Their plane crashed."

Wardwell turned around and walked back to the couch, sitting back down.

"Before that ill-fated trip, Edward charged me with keeping an eye on the both of you, his only children."

"Is that why you were encouraging us to transfer?" Sabrina asked.