𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 ── chilling adventures of sabrina

iii | october country

ACT I — CHAPTER III
Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ Cᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ

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W E D N E S D A Y
OCTOBER 29

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"I don't understand you, nieces," Zelda stated, "You'd rather a feral familiar than one bred for service?"

It was the morning after Lydia and Sabrina had received their familiars, Muertos and Salem.

"Salem doesn't serve me, Aunt Zee," Sabrina started, "And Muertos doesn't serve Lydia, either. We're in a partnership."

"They'll protect us, and we'll protect them," Lydia added.

Hilda walked up to the table and placed the same greenish liquids on the table in front of the twins, just as she had the day before.

"Drink up darlings," she said, "I put a bit of cinnamon in it this time."

"And why did you name him Salem of all things? And Mortes?" Zelda asked, still pressing the familiar situation.

Lydia rolled her eyes. Of course Zelda remembered Salem's name and not Muertos'.

"I didn't," Sabrina said, "He named himself Salem."

"And his name isn't Mortes, it's Muertos," Lydia clarified.

"What on earth does Muertos mean?" Zelda asked.

"Have you ever heard of El Día de los Muertos?" Lydia questioned. When she got no answer, she continued talking, "It means The Day of the Dead in Spanish, so muertos means dead in English. Well, technically muerto means —"

"I get the point, your familiar's name is dead. Satan, Lydia, I don't need a full Spanish lesson," Zelda interrupted.

Hilda, sensing the tension, said, "At least you have your familiars now, and you're purifying yourselves. You two are almost ready for your Baptisms."

"About that," Sabrina began. Lydia looked at her in confusion. This was not a conversation they had had before.

"So Lydia and I are in the middle of getting this club started at school —"

"Club? What kind of club?" Zelda asked.

"A club where women protect women," Lydia said, "You know, sorta like a coven."

"Anyway," Sabrina continued, "I was wondering if we could maybe, possibly, postpone our Baptisms a little bit."

Lydia, who was in the middle of taking a drink from her green-liquidy stuff, immediately choked on it in surprise, just like in the movies.

"Postpone it?" Zelda asked.

Lydia swore she could hear Hilda mumble "Oh, dear."

"Sabrina, you cannot postpone your and your sister's sixteenth birthday," Zelda snapped, "Especially not when it falls on the eclipsing of a Blood Moon which only occurs once every sixty-six years."