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Lovecraft & A Strawberry Shake

Zelda walked into the mortal filled book shop, closing her umbrella.
"April rain." She muttered under her breath as she walked towards the counter. There stood a young man, early 20s, holding a vanilla milkshake.

"How may I help you, ma'am?" The boy asked. Zelda glanced down at his name tag. Kyle, it read.

"I need to speak to my sister, Hilda. Is she here?" The boy told her to wait a moment and stepped into the back. He returned only a few minutes later.

"Hilda left about fifteen minutes ago but her break will end soon. She should be back in ten." Zelda sighed. Might as well wait here.

Zelda looked around the bookshop, checking out the books. A section of H.P Lovecraft books caught her eye. She picked up a book filled with his stories, skimming over the black leather cover.
Zelda had loved horror stories ever since she was a little girl. Her favorites were by Edgar Allan Poe. Zelda had read The Tell Tale Heart at least one hundred times since the story was released. Zelda adored classic horror movies and books. She often read them to Ambrose when he was younger but Hilda hadn't let her do the same for Sabrina. The girl would get scared so easily. Lot has changed since then. Zelda thought about Sabrina facing Lucifer and Faustus. How she stood up to the three Plague Kings and Batibat.

Zelda decided she was going to get the book because most of the stories she didn't own. Turning, Zelda's bumped into someone, causing both of them to stumble.

"So sorry-"

"Ms. Wardwell." The teacher furrowed her brows. The woman sounded almost shocked to see her.

"Yes?" Mary looked at the redhead in front of her. She looked familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on where she had seen the woman before.

"Zelda Spellman...Sabrina's aunt." Zelda offered the woman her hand. Zelda was shocked at the real appearance of the teacher. She knew Lilith brought her back after her return to hell but Zelda didn't know what to expect. She wondered how Sabrina was oblivious to the change in the teacher once Lilith possessed her body.

"Oh, Ms. Spellman! Sorry, I didn't recognize you. I've only met your sister." Hilda always attended the meetings at Baxter High. Zelda couldn't stand being around all those horny mortal boys. They always stare at her and Zelda could sense their thoughts how a police dog sensed cocaine or blood.

Mary couldn't help herself from staring at the woman. She's been in my dreams. It suddenly hit her. Mary had been having horrific nightmares after she woke up. Her life had seemed to turn upside down. She had no recollection of the past six months and it was starting to drive her mad.
Mary realized that maybe they had met in the six months she couldn't remember.

"Or have we?"

Zelda thought for a moment. She was scared to set this woman's brain into a frenzy because Yes, indeed they had met, multiple times. Well, not her but she had met a Ms. Wardwell. Zelda couldn't forget that face and probably never would. The face of the witch who was trying to separate Sabrina from her family to entice her into dangerous situations. The face of the woman who is now queen of Hell. Zelda found it odd that Lilith still wore the woman's face but just assumed it was better than her demonic form. But Mary looked different. So much different. The two women sharing one face looked quite the opposite. They could be mistaken for twins but not the same person.
"No, I'm afraid. I just know your face from...school photos." The teacher nodded.

"It was nice seeing...meeting you." Zelda forced a smile as the teacher walked away. But that smile soon turned into a face of concern. Zelda knew the woman was going through something. She had to have been. Waking up with six months of your life missing and being principle had to have had an effect on her. Zelda watched as the woman sat down at one of the tables, book in hand. Zelda had just realized the book she was reading. It was the same one Zelda held in her hand.

Zelda paid for the book and a strawberry milkshake. She took a deep breath and made her way to the table that the teacher was sitting at.
"Mind if I join?" Mary looked up at her in shock but smiled.

"Not at all." Zelda sat down, placing the book down in front of her.

"Lovecraft fan?" Mary blushed slightly and nodded.

"He is a genius when it comes to horror." Zelda nodded in agreement.

"Do you just come here to read?" Mary nodded, book marking and then closing her book.

"Yeah...when it's not filled with teenagers. It's not busy today." Zelda raised her brows in shock.

"This isn't busy?" Mary chuckled.

"I'm assuming you don't come here often?" Zelda nodded.

"I'm only here to see my sister. She isn't even here though." Mary looked nervous all of a sudden. She bit her lip and wrung her hands together.

Mary leaned forward and whispered. "How...how long has she worked here?"

Zelda instantly felt pity for the woman. "November." Mary oohed and sat back, a look of disappointment on her face.
"Something wrong?"

"It's just...nothing." Something washed over Zelda and she reached for the woman's hand.

"You can tell me. You look...confused. out of place, almost?" Mary sighed and nodded.

"That's exactly how I feel." Zelda squeezed her hand lightly and let it linger for a few seconds before pulling away.

Zelda decided to change the subject. "Want some milkshake?" Mary furrowed her brows.
Zelda got up and grabbed another straw from the counter. Taking it out of the wrapping, she stuck it into the shake.
"Here. We can share." Mary's eyes lit up and she smiled.

They both took a straw between their fingers and sucked some of the thick sake.

Hilda entered the bookstore and made her way straight to the counter. Putting her bags into the back and reclipping her name tag back on her cardigan, she stood beside Kyle.

"The woman...your sister... was looking for you." Kyle pointed to the redhead. Hilda smiled at the sight.
Her sister sharing a shake and talking about the book they were reading with Ms. Wardwell. A wide smile across her sister's face warmed her heart. It was also the first time she had seen her sister and Ms. Wardwell smile since everything with Lucifer ended. The teacher hasn't smiled or looked happy at all since she was brought back to life. Often looked confused and afraid of something.
"Are you going to go talk to her?"

Hilda turned to her coworker, smiling wide.
"No...no I don't think I will."