Black Magic Women

1

"Oh yes, let's go home," Zelda said and was ready to walk off. The disappointment of being betrayed by her brother and then her sister and niece was just too much for one evening. She needed a good day's rest before she could face any of them again. Well, maybe that didn't apply for all of them.

The hate she feels for Ms. Wardwell is burning inside her not-so-human soul. How dare she waltz into their lives and call them a bad influence for Sabrina, when all they had done was try to protect her? Hoping for her sister's help was, as always, a huge disappointment because Hilda had the audacity to support Ms. Wardwell's idea of letting Sabrina get away with her bad behavior.

"Ms. Wardwell?" Sabrina's voice disrupted her train of thoughts, and she just wished to get rid of the woman that had caused so much trouble in one day.

"Will you join us?" She heard her niece say, and immediately felt the need to destroy this growing seed that could soon turn into a serious bond between the girl she loved most and the woman she despised for being a threat to the family.

"Oh, no no no. I've intruded enough for one day," Ms. Wardwell replied with a small pause before adding, "I should go."

Zelda felt the need to throw an insulting comment her way but decided to act grown up and just say, "I think that's best, but not before the two of us have a little talk."

Ms. Wardwell looked at her in a way in a peculiar way and turned back to Sabrina. "I'll see you bright and early in the morning for homeroom."

The elderly woman turned towards Zelda, expecting the conversation to be over, when she heard the teenager's voice speak up one more time, "Ms. Wardwell?"

She sighed, turning her attention back to Sabrina, hoping to get home soon. She didn't expect what was coming her way. After Sabrina refused any kind of contact, she expected anything but the "thank you" that left Sabrina's mouth.

She looked at the younger witch a bit surprised, before the teen went after her Aunt Hilda. She turned her attention back to Zelda, who had stood close by the entire time.

"So what is it, that can't wait until tomorrow? I'm quite tired and would appreciate the comfort of my own home," she said and folded her hands together, stepping one step closer to the ginger beauty.

That action alone made Zelda's blood boil but she didn't find the right words to voice her anger without being rude. After a short pause Ms. Wardwell raised her eyebrows and sighed, making her annoyance clear.

"Who do you think you are?" Zelda burst out, catching her off guard.

"Who do I think I am?" Ms. Wardwell said, clearly shocked and looked at her as if she'd just seen a ghost.

"Yeah, who do you think you are? Waltzing into all our lives, thinking you have the right to not only judge us but to also interfere with our way of raising Sabrina," she spat, tears threatening to spill. She cared about Sabrina, sometimes even more than she wanted to admit. Nothing would cause Sabrina harm, and to her, Ms. Wardwell was a potential threat.

"If I hadn't interfered with your way of 'raising her', she would have done the exorcism on her own or even worse, sought help from the wrong church. You know what the Dark Lord would have thought about that. You have gotten Sabrina into enough trouble already. Your brother told me to look after his only daughter and as you are clearly not able to do it on your own, I had to step in," the other woman spat back, her eyes burning holes into Zelda like she had never seen her before.

The intensity of the stare made her take a step back and swallow before attempting a comeback. "Oh, no you are lucky that I interfered today and the past few times. Who do you think helped Sabrina escape the dream demon when you weren't able to pull yourself together? Who do you think watched over her the entire time when you were just relying on her love to the Church of Night? Certainly not you," she said and gave her a glance that made her feel so small.

"If you think I'll thank you for that, you are wrong. I'm not intimidated by you. Sabrina is my niece. Stay. Away. From. Her," Zelda hissed before walking past her, making sure to bump against her.

Ms. Wardwell had a hard time keeping her act together since Zelda had the audacity to speak to her like that. Smirking, She took a deep breath before turning around.

"Zelda..." she said and the woman stopped in her tracks.

The sudden change of tone made Zelda's blood freeze. Ms. Wardwell sounded so sure of herself and the sudden change of atmosphere made her hesitate. The noises around them came to a stop and a cold wind brushed past her delicate skin, making her shiver. She turned around slowly, almost not daring to meet the gaze of her opponent.

"Your little feelings for father Blackwood will get you into trouble. When you play with fire, you're asking to get burnt. You should know better than that," she said and brushed past Zelda, giving her one last look that made Zelda's tears spill.

How did she know? Nobody knew... It was her secret and hers alone. She felt as if there was no air left for her to breathe and the first sobs erupted through her body, making her sink to her knees.

It took not even half a day for Ms. Wardwell to turn her life upside down and destroy every bit of certainty that was left in her. Now she saw Ms. Wardwell as a potential threat, not for Sabrina, but for herself.

o.O.o

Ms. Wardwell went home unsatisfied with her victory. Even though she had won the battle over dominance, she couldn't stop re-living the past events, much to her dismay. She couldn't quite put her finger on why the ginger beauty seemed to haunt her.

She poured herself a glass of wine before she sunk into her armchair, feeling defeated. She wasn't used to the feeling because she had the upper hand in all of her conversations, well, as tonight proved... only most of them. She was disappointed in her lack of control. She had almost lost it, almost made the fatal mistake of letting her mask slip and ruining everything she had built up to.

She couldn't let that happen again. She was frustrated because she couldn't figure out what made her snap. And the entire time she spent thinking about it, she knew the answer. Zelda Spellman. Everything seemed to begin and end with her. A scream of anger slipped past her lips and her wine glass went flying through the air,crashing into the nearby wall.

She was sure of one thing. Zelda Spellman was a potential threat to her great plan.