𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 ── chilling adventures of sabrina

xx | ancient curses and actual kisses

ACT I — CHAPTER XX
Aɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ Cᴜʀsᴇs Aɴᴅ Aᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ Kɪssᴇs

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Why, look at the time. It's almost midnight. Very nearly the Witching Hour. Time enough for one more story about the Spellman twins, as they take one more step towards fulfilling the Dark Lord's prophecy.

It's a wonder anyone in Greendale was surprised by what what happened the night of the storm. All the signs were there, if you knew where to look. A dead bird brought in by a cat. A spilled bottle of black ink. A broken mirror in an empty room. A loaf of bread split clean down the middle. A blind woman knitting her own death shroud, aware of what's coming.

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It had been three days since the twins had been to Limbo, and Lydia had been avoiding Sabrina as if her life depended on it. She was still incredibly angry at Sabrina for outing her, so for the past few nights she had been sleeping in Ambrose's room. They had both missed school on Friday, but now it was Monday and Lydia couldn't afford to miss more class.

Lydia was sitting at the kitchen counter with Ambrose eating breakfast as Hilda was cooking. Zelda walked down the stairs, holding a newspaper and stirring her tea. Suddenly, she dropped the spoon she was also holding.

"Blast it," Zelda muttered, picking up the spoon and placing it in the sink.

"Someone's having a baby," Hilda said.

"What? What in Satan's name are you talking about, Hilda?" Zelda asked.

"You know the saying. If a spoon falls, a baby calls," Hilda explained, "Probably Lady Blackwood's."

"Kindly spare me your old wives' tales, sister. Lady Blackwood's barely started her fourth trimester. It'll be ages yet," Zelda told her, turning to Lydia," "Where's your sister?"

Lydia shrugged, "Don't know, why should I?"

"Are you finally going to tell me what she did that was so horrid that you have vowed to never speak to her again?" Zelda asked.

"If I told you, that would kind of beat the whole point," Lydia responded.

Zelda sighed, "Do you know where she is, Ambrose?"

"In her room, I believe," Ambrose said.

"Still?" Zelda questioned, "It's been days."

"Yeah, but considering what they've been through —"

"I know exactly what she's been through, Ambrose. I was there to pick up the pieces, wasn't I?"

No one responded. Lydia moved her spoon around in her cereal.

"The girls have school. People will start to talk," Zelda stated, stirring her new spoon around in her tea again.

"Well, I've made her a little balm for her broken heart," Hilda told them all, holding a little mason jar, "I'm gonna take it up to her —"

"No, I will," Zelda interrupted, setting the tea down and snatching the mason jar from Hilda's hands before walking towards the stairs.