𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 ── chilling adventures of sabrina

xvii | the stupid plan

ACT I — CHAPTER XVII
Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ Pʟᴀɴ

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"Poor Harvey Kinkle," Wardwell began, "How will he ever survive in that house, alone, with that bulldozer of a father?"

Lydia Spellman currently sat with Sabrina and Ms. Wardwell in Dr. Cerberus'. Tommy's funeral had ended about an hour ago, and Lydia had been practically dragged to lunch. She was blowing bubbles into her milkshake as Wardwell and Sabrina spoke.

"He won't survive," Sabrina said, in response to Wardwell, "Not without his brother, that's the truth."

Sabrina sighed, and Lydia looked at her through the corner of her eye as she did so. Lydia felt bad for her sister. Sabrina knew Tommy better than she did, so there was no doubt that she was taking it harder. Lydia kept her mind off the thought by continuing to blow bubbles into her milkshake.

"Ms. Wardwell, my father asked you to look out for Lydia and me, and you have. Now I'm asking for — for more. For help. And neither of you can mention what I'm about to say to our aunties," Sabrina said, causing Lydia to sit up in her seat and hold in a sigh of her own.

She didn't know where this was going, but she had a bad feeling. It kind of angered her that Sabrina hadn't mentioned whatever the subject was before bringing it to Wardwell.

"No, of course I wouldn't," Wardwell promised. Sabrina looked over at Lydia, expectantly.

"I swear on my life that if our aunties find out, it wasn't from me," Lydia told her, which prompted Sabrina to give a slight nod of her head.

"Well, what are you thinking?" Wardwell asked.

"I'm thinking — I keep thinking — Tommy's body hasn't been found," Sabrina began.

"So?" Lydia questioned.

"So if, he were to, come back, there would be some questions, but not many."

Lydia closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She still foolishly hoped that Sabrina wasn't talking about what she thought she was talking about. Wardwell looked around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in to the twins sitting across from her.

"Are you talking about a resurrection spell?" Wardwell whispered.

"You saw Harvey, Ms. Wardwell. He needs his brother back."

"Yeah, automatic no," Lydia said.

Sabrina looked at her, "But —"

"No. Now I know we come up with a lot of stupid ideas, but this is by far the stupidest one yet, and it's not happening. We are not doing it," Lydia told her.

"Necromancy is the darkest and most dangerous of the sacred magics," Wardwell explained, "It's — well it's death magic."

"Please, 'Di, Ms. Wardwell. I love him. And as Sabrina, his girlfriend, I can only do so much. As Sabrina the witch, I could fix this," Sabrina begged, "If I — if we have the power to ease his suffering, why shouldn't we use it?"

"Because this is a stupid idea that is bound to backfire," Lydia replied.

"There are also rules," Wardwell added, "And it's a treacherous business. Life. Death. The afterlife. These are not things to be trifled with."

"Why? Is it that complicated?" Sabrina asked.

"Well, no actually. The incantation I have is really quite simple and yields great results. I've seen them firsthand," Wardwell said.