Connor's first day at the Academy went over relatively well: his teachers didn't really pay him any mind and none of the students attempted to talk to him, just like he wanted it. He'd set up in the corner of the study, grimoire in hand, and ignored the world around him long into the night.
"Well, well, what have we here," Prudence taunted him, approaching with her sisters in tow.
Connor didn't look up from his grimoire, "Someone who would rather be alone if you wouldn't mind."
"And if we did, half-breed," Agatha asked.
"Then I'd suggest getting on with it," Connor said, "I have more important things to do than chase your roundabout reasoning around the block."
"Watch your mouth," Prudence spat, "Or would you like to end up like your sister?"
If they'd messed with Sabrina they'd go all out, meaning that she would be in the Witch's Cell, harrowing, they called it. A rite of passage for new witches and warlocks, one that Connor wanted no part of. He didn't join a fraternity, he just wanted to learn and leave.
"Harrowing," Connor said, finally looking up from his book, "Witch's Cell, right?"
"That's right, she's in there now, slowly losing her mind," Prudence chided, "I wonder if she'll be the same pathetic mortal that shares your blood when morning comes."
If she was in the Witch's Cell then she would be overwhelmed with negative thoughts, thoughts that would certainly reach Salem. He wouldn't leave her in there alone, so Connor knew he didn't need to rush to her. She would probably prefer that he didn't, as she'd want the satisfaction of besting the Sisters on her own.
"You don't give her enough credit," Connor said, taunting her, "She'll be your downfall one day if you don't watch yourself."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Dorcas said, "She can't do anything to us, you're both dirty half-breeds: powerless in the face of true witches."
"Then why go to these extremes," Connor asked them, "Oh, that's right, isn't it, you're afraid."
Prudence scrunched up her face and spat, "Afraid? Of you half-breeds, only in your most pathetic dreams."
"Alright," Connor said, slamming his book closed and rose to meet the Sisters' eyes, "If you're going to do something do us both a favor and get on with it. I've got things to do."
The three began to chant, circling around Connor. He remembered this particular curse, they'd used it on Sabrina and himself in the forest before their baptisms.
They finished and Connor wiped the blood from his nose, "How original, and here I had you pegged for experienced witches. What's the problem, only know one spell?"
"We know more than you possibly could, half-breed," Agatha spat, "Too bad neither you or your sister will be around to witness it."
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De ea Amico (A CAOS story)
FanfictionGreendale, a town in which every day feels like Halloween and is home to two siblings: a boy and a girl. They are half-witches rapidly approaching their 16th birthday, and as such, have to make an important decision. They must choose between their h...
