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4 | CHOICE OF DEATH
AFTER HOURS AND HOURS OF STUDYING THE DARK magics, Thatcher felt as if his brain was complete mush. He had to throw out almost everything he had learned over his sixteen years of life and school to learn about things like how to conjure up a demon, or how he had learned over hundreds of Latin words to put together a simple levitation spell.
Thatcher had surprisingly spent the entire night at the Academy's library, deep in a corner hidden from everyone else. With the help of Nick, Thatcher had all the books he needed to get the basis of dark magic down in the shortest amount of time.
After stealing multiple books from the library, thanks to Nick's suggestions, Thatcher was tired, sleep deprived and wanting at least five cups of coffee as he walked into town.
"Hey it's Thatch, Grandpa I was stuck at that Academy for the entire night studying everything I need to catch up on to be a warlock," Thatcher explained as he walked into D. Cerberus's. "I'll be home in a bit, just grabbing some coffee, I haven't slept all night. Love you,"
Thatcher hung up and walked up to the cash to order a coffee. A petite woman with a friendly smile stood behind the desk as Thatcher walked up.
"Welcome to Dr. Cerberus's! What can I get for you sweetheart?" she asked. Thatcher took a quick glimpse at her nametag and it read Hilda.
"A coffee please, large," Thatcher replied."Do you happen to be Sabrina's Aunt?"
"Oh — yes that is little old me!" Hilda smiled, handing him a big mug of coffee. "You are her new friend, Thatcher Calloway right?"
"Yes, that's me," Thatcher replied smiling back at the sweet woman. "You ... You know of the dark magic's right? And the — the Dark Baptism?" he asked, whispering the last part.
Hilda sighed, smiling a bit. "I will try to tell you as much as I can, but my baptism was a very long time ago," Hilda informed him. "They ask you to sign the Book of the Beast in your own blood while the High Priest watches,"
"Does — Does this mean that I — I — you know," Thatcher stammered, taking a deep breath. "Does it mean that I am giving up my mortal life? My grandfather? I don't want to be evil,"
"Well, you don't have to give up everything, love," Hilda explained. "Sabrina is facing the same problems. She loves her mortal life, just as much as you do. It's about balance, but there can be times that the witching life holds a greater part of you than the mortal,"
Thatcher nodded and took another sip of his coffee.
"Don't be afraid, love, this is who you are, who you are meant to be," Hilda said with a smile.
"Did you know them?" Thatcher asked before leaving. "My parents, did you know them at all?"
Hilda's smile grew. "Your mother was a lovely woman, rest her soul," she replied. "I didn't know of your father, but your mother talked very highly of him. She was really in love with him,"
