Turning Saints To Sinners

Chapter 1: Distracted

Zelda closed her car door and strutted towards the mortal school. Principle Hawthorne had called her in to discuss Sabrina and a small issue she had had with some of the jocks. Hilda being sick, Zelda had no choice but to attend. The school was quite old. It had been there for at least 30 years. One of the oldest buildings in Greendale. Zelda can even remember when it had been built.
Walking up the steps, Zelda scoffed at the burnt out cigarettes smushed against the steps. The school annoyed Zelda, not only because it was a distraction in Sabrina's witch life but because of the mortals that attended. The principle was a roach of a man and the teachers were wallflowers compared to the ones at the Academy Of Unseen Arts.
It was beyond Zelda at why her sister had forced her to let Sabrina attend this school. She only got herself attached to the mortals here, making leaving a more difficult process.
Walking past the dull grey lockers, a group of boys stared at her. She heard one of the boys whisper 'milf' to another mortal boy and it took everything in her power to not snap his neck right there.

_

Entering the office, Zelda lazily smiled at the blonde woman on the phone. She wore a swamp green cardigan and a floral button up shirt. Her hair was slicked back and she wore glasses on the bridge of her nose.
Putting down the phone, the woman smiled wide at Zelda.

"You must be Sabrina's other aunt. Principle Hawthorne's office is just in there. Take a seat. He'll be back from his lunch break in any minute." Zelda nodded and walked into the office. The smell of heavy cologne attacked her nostrils. Zelda wrinkled her nose as she took a seat in the man's office. She had met the man before but only briefly through passing. Him and her sister would start up a small conversation at the farmers market. Zelda would just stand there and pay no mind to the man.

The door creaked open and Hawthorne walked in.
"Ms. Spellman! Lovely to see you." Zelda faked smiled as he took a seat across from her.

"Why did you need me to come in?" Zelda wasn't going to beat around the bush, wanting to leave as soon as this meeting was finalized.

"Well, Sabrina has been awfully distracted these past couple of days and I was curious if anything was going on in her personal life to cause such…behavior." Zelda sighed.

"Sabrina is a teenager. She gets distracted easily." Hawthorne nodded in agreement.

"Her and Ms. Putnam have had some issues with the boys 'picking' on Ms. Putnam. Sabrina is demanding I do something about an issue I know nothing about." Hawthorne laughed, "They won't even give me the names of these boys."

Zelda sighed heavily, "Sabrina is...a good friend when it comes to these mor-teenagers she has befriended. Just let her figure that situation on her own and I'll talk to her about it once she gets home." Zelda sat up to leave but Hawthorne spoke once again.

"Also, Sabrina has been distracted in a number of her classes. Especially in Civics. Her civics teacher has told me about her affair with Mr. Kinkle and how she hasn't been paying attention in class lately."

"What do you mean affairs?" Zelda sat back down in the seat and crossed her arms across her chest.

"They talk during class and have been late to most of their classes together."

Zelda uncrossed her arms and grabbed her purse, "Where is this civics teacher? I may need to speak with them."

Hawthorne sighed, "Room 23A." Zelda nodded and left the office. The woman at the desk waved bye to her, Zelda politely waved back.
Heading down the hallway, she passed several groups of mortals finishing up their lunch.
After searching for what felt like hours, Zelda came to a door that read 'Civics; Ms. Wardwell; Room 23A'. Zelda knocked onto the door and waited till she heard a soft 'come in.'
Opening the door, Zelda could see the look of surprise on the woman's face. Her desk was crowded with knickknacks and papers. Mortals and their need to be so unorganized.
The teacher was short with a mousey demur. Her brunette curls pulled back into a tight updo. She wore an oversized grey sweater with a darker grey collar poking out from underneath, A light plaid dark grey skirt and black loafers. A pair of black rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. The woman sat up and nervously wiped her hands on her skirt.

"Ms. Wardwell? Correct? I'm Ms. Spellman. Sabrina's aunt." The woman smiled wide at her and shook her hand.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Spellman. What can I do for you?" Ms. Wardwell made a hand gesture to the chair across from her, which Zelda took, not knowing how long this might take.

"Principle Hawthorne informed me that Sabrina is having trouble in your class on staying focused." Ms. Wardwell nodded.

"Yes she has. But it's apart of being a teenager, right? I don't think it's that much of a big deal and certainly not to call you in." Zelda genuinely smiled at that.

"Yes, I agree. It's just I don't want that Kinkle boy to be any more of a distraction to her. Besides her schooling is very important." Zelda's tone was thick with sarcasm, putting the teacher off a bit.

"It is important. I'm sure you can talk to Sabrina about staying on track. Other than that, she is doing wonderful in my class." Zelda hummed in satisfaction. Even though Civics wasn't important to any witch or mortal for that matter, she was pleased Sabrina was doing well.

"Well, I'm off then." Ms. Wardwell nodded as Zelda sat up.

"Nice meeting you, Ms. Spellman. Do say Hi to Hilda for me." Zelda scoffed but smiled.

"I guessed you knew my sister."

"She is a wonderful baker. All the teachers here enjoy her presence." Zelda smiled again at that. Zedla had no clue how Hilda could with mortals so easily.

"Well, it was nice meeting you too, Ms. Wardwell." The teacher nodded as the redhead left her office.

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Sabrina entered the living room once she got home from school and sat beside her aunt.

"I had a talk with your civics teacher today." Sabrina's eyes went wide with confusion.

"What why?"

"She told me that you've been distracted lately."
Sabrina sighed and shook her head.

"How can I not, Auntie Zee? I have a big decision ahead and it's-"

"The Harvey of it all? I've already heard that excuse. Pay attention in class. Don't get distracted and don't forget, it's not a decision. You are going to sign your name and go to the academy." Sabrina rolled her eyes.

"Why can't you be as understanding as Aunt Hilda?" Sabrina sat up and stormed out of the room.
Zelda sighed and placed a cigarette in her holder. Liting it, Zelda took a long drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs.