De ea Amico (A CAOS story)

Witch Academy Part 3

The plan was relatively straightforward: Sabrina would use herself as bait and when the Sisters led her to the tree, the kids and half-breeds would spring their trap.

Connor sat concealed in the trees surrounding the large willow, going through all the incantations and curses that he'd been studying from his grimoire. It was really something amazing, he'd learned so much so fast that he now had a spell for nearly everything.

He didn't have to wait too long before he saw the Sisters guiding Sabrina by a noose wrapped around her neck, her hands bound in front of her. The sight alone made Connor's blood boil, or rather, his hands freeze. Pulling his hood farther over his head, Connor looked at the ghost children behind him, all anxious to get their revenge.

"Do you know what it's like to die by hanging," Prudence asked, "Most people think it's fast, but it's not."

She looked up, throwing her end of the rope over a high branch of the willow and catching it when it fell back down.

"Any last words," Prudence taunted.

"Yes," Sabrina admitted, fear on her face, "Thirteen witches were hanged here by witch hunters. Those women couldn't possibly have imagined a place like the Academy: a school where witches would be safe. Even if they could, they'd never believe that the women inside its walls would turn on another like this."

Connor and the kids moved around the four witches, now behind Sabrina and waited for their cue. And speaking of which...

"Which is why," Sabrina dropped her scared act, "The academy tradition of harrowing ends tonight, Prudence."

"It's three against one," Prudence retorted, "You're going to die, half-breed. So give the Dark Lord our best, won't you?"

Prudence began to pull on the rope, pulling Sabrina up to her tiptoes.

"Don't worry, half-breed, you won't be alone for long. We'll send your brother to you soon enough," Prudence chided, "He may be 'some assembly required,' when we're through, but..."

Connor nodded to the kids who began to repeatedly chant, "Light as a feather, stiff as a board."

Prudence stopped pulling on the rope, cocking her head in confusion before being forced into the air with her sisters, clutching at their throats as if they were the ones being hanged.

Connor walked out of the shadows while projecting his powers through his eyes: burning silver irises that were the only visible feature underneath his hood. He removed his sister's rope cuffs before she pulled the noose off of her head.

"Like I said, harrowing of any kind will not be tolerated," Sabrina stated, "Understand?"

The kids ceased their chanting, looking up at the Sisters, who were still clutching at their throats in a vain attempt to get more air.