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You Wish, Spellman//A.S

A/N-My first update!

*Your P.O.V*

My knuckles knocked rapidly on the wooden door of the Spellman residence (or Mortuary) as I stood in the chilly October wind, the silk dress I was wearing not giving any protection as the cold air nipped at my skin.

Open the door already Spellman-

The door, as if on cue with my complaints, opened. Although, it was not my best friend Sabrina Spellman, but her cousin Ambrose Spellman. He stood, leaning against the frame of the door, with his silk red robe and a smirk plastering his face.

"Oh look, you're dressed as my future,"

I rolled my eyes, letting out a tiny giggle which I was unable to conceal. Ambrose's witty pick-up-line's and sly flirts were obvious, he had made it known to me many-a-time's that he liked me without even having to actually say:'I like you'. Of course I noticed it, and I would be lying if said that I did not have a not-so-tiny crush on the intriguing male with the accent of actual honey before me.
Because I mean, who wouldn't?

"Oh look, you're dressed as if you came straight out of the 18th Century,"

He chuckled, allowing way for me to step inside the house, mentally sighing in relief as he closed the door. Not having to stand in the cold any longer.

We stood in silence for a few minutes, not knowing how to proceed the conversation. Which was, very awkward might I add. I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, keeping myself busy by admiring the house's interior. Which I had never gotten a really good look at, I was usually up in Sabrina's room, never down here. It had a certain whimsical magic to it, the dark wood balancing everything out. It reminded me of that of a castle, an unexplored castle with secrets around every corner, in every nook and cranny, in a way. Once I stepped into it I always felt a little different, the house had an aura. It always reminded me of Ambrose.
In a way.
How he was so different to everyone else, almost otherwordly. He was ethereal. The way he spoke and the way he dressed (even though I never cared to admit) had me captivated in every single way. I wanted to know more about him, he drew me in without even trying. It frustrated me to say the very least, and yet, it made him even more intriguing.

I mean, it takes everything out of me to not tell him that I like him.
But, where's the fun in that?

"And, who are you going as?"

I spun around, his words knocking me out of my thoughts entirely. He wasn't looking at me, busying himself by fixing the trinkets on the shelf nearby. I spun back to face the staircase, replying.

"Isn't it obvious Einstein? I'm Madam Satan. Hence the cheap plastic red horns on my head. Screams 'Angel Of Darkness',"

I paused for a second.

"on a budget." I continued, turning around to face Ambrose who was looking at me, a rather impressed look on his face.

"Oh yes, you are the embodiment of Lucifer, herself. Seems fitting," he stated, casually striding over to stand next to me.

"And now I'm just waiting for my, angel! There she is!" Sabrina walked in just then, wearing a white dress which bounced lightly withe every step, and a headband-halo I had made for her. She looked like an absolute princess.

"Sabrina! If Harvey hadn't courted you, I would." she giggled lightly at my comment, shaking her head.

"You use words such as 'courted' and yet mock my style choices," I looked at Sabrina, who seemed to be on the verge of a laughing fit and back at Ambrose, turning to face him. "I use 'courted once', you dress like that every day." he frowned, looking rather defeated.

"You two act as an old married couple I swear, wait. Harvey!" the sound of an engine revving and coming to the halt was what Sabrina quickly recognized as Harvey's truck, practically dashing outside to see him.
How adorable they were.

I turned my attention back to Ambrose, a plan forming in my head.

"You know, you could come with use. Every Madam Satan needs her knight in, uhm. Ugly robe!" I said with a large toothy grin, rocking back and forth on my heels.

"If I were risking banishment to the Nether Realm, it is going to be for something other than a High School Masquerade."

I furrowed my brows, confused, but not surprised. This wasn't one of the weirdest answers he had given me. Once he told me that the reason he never left the house was that he:'Attempted to blow up the Vatican and was now under house arrest for a solid 75 years of his life'

Charming.

All it meant though was that I had won this round, so, his odd comments meant nothing to me.

I walked off to the door without a word, stopping just as I was about to open it.

"I try to ask you out and this is what I get,"

It took him a solid second to realise it, because I string of curses left his mouth and he blurted out words right as I was out the door.

"A DATE. WAIT, WAIT WHAT? COME BACK!

I chuckled triumphantly to myself, turning around and peaking my head through the door that was slightly ajar.

"You wish, Spellman."

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I'm really happy with this. It was supposed to be shorter but here we are. Hope youuuu all enjoyed. Leave what ya think!