Turning Saints To Sinners

Chapter 4: Trial Of Sabrina Spellman

"You embarrassed us in front of the entire coven! So now you will be judged and tried in front of the entire coven. Never in my years has a Spellman been summoned to the court of witches!" Sabrina looked at her outraged aunt.

"Someone is suing me?"

"The dark lord he-"

Sabrina put her hand out, stopping her aunt Hilda from finishing her sentence. "I saw him today. The dark lord. He took possession over Principle Hawthorne and threatened me." Zelda stared at her niece in shock.

Slamming her hand on her chair, Zelda stared at Hilda, "Did you hear that, sister? Can you imagine how enraged he must be-"

"Well it doesn't matter. I don't want to be apart of his coven. I don't want to step foot in the Academy of Unseen Arts and I am certain I am not going to stand trial." Zelda huffed from her niece's arrogance.

"Oooh you lost certainly are, Sabrina. You have been summoned and not only you...Hilda and I as well." Sabrina turned to face her aunt, confused. "We are on trial too."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"We are your legal guardians, lamb. So in the eyes in the court of the witches, your actions are our actions. We are as guilty as you." Sabrina scoffed.

"Don't you mean innocent till proven guilty?"

"That's mortal law. Witch law is the complete opposite. Guilty until proven innocent." Ambrose chimed in.

"Do you know what this is?" Zelda pulled a tooth out from under her blazer. "It's your aunt Hilda's tooth." Zelda's voice cracked at the last word.
"We have been stripped of our powers. Which means we will age and rot rapidly until a verdict is reached." Zelda placed the tooth in the small bowel on the table. "Your trial begins at midnight." Zelda left the kitchen and grabbed her coat.

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Walking to Mary's, Zelda thought over her fight with Sabrina. Why must that girl always put up a fight?
Knocking on Mary's door, Zelda sighed. She had no clue what she was doing but she needed some tea and the Spellman's residences wasn't the place to be right now.

Mary answered the door with a wide smile on her face.
"Zelda! What a surprise." Zelda glanced down at the thin white cotton nightgown the teacher was wearing. "Do come in."

Zelda walked past the woman and into the comforting cottage. "Sorry for the unannounced visit but I really needed to get away from my family."

"Oh it's alright. I like spending time with you." Zelda smiled as she sat down on the loveseat. "Tea?"

"Yes, please."

"Honey blend?"
Zelda nodded and watched the woman walk into the kitchen.

"Any sugar?" Mary called from the kitchen.

"No thank you." Mary came back into the kitchen, sitting down right beside Zelda.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you need to get away from the family?" Zelda sighed, taking a sip from her steaming tea.

"Sabrina is...she is taking it hard about going to a new school." Mary 'ahhed'.

"Moving can be difficult, especially for a teenager. Everyone loves her there, including the teachers." Zelda smiled in contempt.

"I guess I...feel bad about it. Hilda and I want her to transfer but she is making it difficult." Mary nodded.

"Just let her have her moment. I'm sure once she goes to this new school, she'll love it there."

"I hope so." Mary patted Zelda's knee and when she removed her hand, a tingling sensation spread across Zelda's knee. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was rather comforting. In fact, Zelda wanted the woman's hand to stay there. When ever Mary touched her, it calmed her nerves and brought a feeling of relaxation over her.

"How have things been at the mortuary?" Mary's soft voice snapped her from her thoughts on the lingering touch.

"We just had a funeral recently. A young boy. Possibly older than Sabrina." Mary held her hand to her chest.

"That is awful."

Zelda nodded in agreement, then looked at the clock and sighed. "Well I best be on my way. Are we still up for lunch tomorrow?"

"The week flew by that fast!? Wow, yes of course. Where should we meet?"

"Do you have a pen and paper?" Mary nodded and grabbed a notebook from out under the coffee table, a red shiny pen stuck to the top. Zelda wrote down her phone number and their address, even though it couldn't be hard to find considering the large Spellman Mortuary sign by the house.

Handing the paper back to Mary, Zelda smiled, "Call me tomorrow. Just pop in and I'll take you somewhere."
Zelda saw Mary's cheeks burn red at the thought of Zelda taking her out on a date.

"Okay." It was a mere whisper as Mary looked down at the note, refusing to make eye contact with Zelda.

"Bye, Mary."

"Bye, Zelda." Mary looked up at the woman as she walked out the door. She released a breath she didn't know she was holding in.

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Zelda got home and immediately went towards the bathroom. Filling the tub, Zelda stripped. She tied her hair up in a loose messy bun and sank into the water. Relaxing her head against the bath pillow on the edge of her tub, her mind raced and thoughts of the mousy teacher popped up.
Zelda scoffed at herself as she thought of how beautiful the woman was. Fucking heaven!
Her sharp features and crystal eyes invaded Zelda's mind. Then the imagine of the teacher in the cotton nightgown burned in her memory. Zelda stole glances of the woman's perfect alabaster skin, that was dotted with freckles. Through the thin material, Zelda could see a fair outline of her breasts. A small portion of cleavage was visible when Zelda stood over her to hand her the note.
Keep it together, Spellman! You're acting like a teenager with a crush! A crush? Is this what that is? I can't possibly have a crush on a mortal?
A soft knock at the door dragged her from her thoughts.

"Zelds? We are going to get ready to go soon." Zelda sighed, rolling her eyes. This was not something she wanted to do either. It was embarrassing.

"Alright. I'll be out soon." Zelda sat up and dried herself off. Zelda sighed in annoyance.

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Zelda dressed herself and made her way to the parlor. Pouring herself a glass of bourbon, Zelda swirled the liquor and frowned. Here is to another embarrassment to our Dark Lord. Zelda emptied the glass in one gulp. Setting the glass down, Zelda walked to the parlor.

"Let's go! We don't want to be late!"