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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧

chapter eight — the witching hour

"Why, look at the time. It's almost midnight. Very nearly the witching hour. Time enough for one more story about Sabrina and Amatis, as one takes one more step towards fulfilling the Dark Lord's prophecy and the other only falls further into his ensnaring trap. It's a wonder anyone in Greendale was surprised by what happened the night of the storm. All the signs were there.. if you knew where to look. A dead bird brought in by a cat. A spilled bottle of black ink. A broken mirror in an empty room. A loaf of bread split clean down the middle. A blind woman knitting her own dead shroud, aware of what's coming."

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Amatis was dreading another day at the Academy. After everything that had happened to Agatha and the mortal, Thomas Kinkle, she was fearing what people at the Academy would say and, most importantly, do. Sabrina did kill a witch, even if she was resurrected. She wouldn't be surprised if the Weird Sisters sought some form of vengence. With these thoughts, Amatis was seated at the breakfast table while her mother was making tea, Ambrose was eating cereal at the counter and Zelda was reading her newspaper.

"What will you be doing at school today, darling," Hilda asks her when she puts a cup and saucer before her. One of her hands was running through her dark brown hair, taking out the knots. "We will be having the elite class of Hebrew and Latin, followed by Demonology, two hours of Conjuring and a practical exam of summoning spells. Another usual day," she responds, eagerly taking a bite of her croissant. After scolding her sister for rambling about an old wife's tale which included a spoon, Zelda asks where Sabrina is. She marched up towards the blonde's bedroom with a balm in her hand that Hilda made while the others were still downstairs.

"I must go prepare my bag," Amatis announces, taking her leave from the room. Hilda sighs deeply when she hears her footsteps on the stairs. Ambrose turns around, one eyebrow raised. "What's wrong, auntie?" The witch turns around and leans with her back against the stove. She has her arms crossed before her and a dark look on her face. "Have you.. seen Amatis often during the hours you spent at the Academy?" The boy shrugs his shoulders. "Occasionally, yes. Why do you ask?" "That.. Felix boy, is he with her too?" Ambrose picks at his finger nail. "All the time. Some other witches from the Academy say that they are inseparable." Hilda frowns. "Ambrose.. you will look out for her, will you not?" The warlock nods. "Of course, auntie. I will not leave her in harm's way." "Good. I wonder what that guy's intentions are. To be quite honest, I've never met a boy, or a man for that matter, who spent so much time with someone without wanting something from her."

When Amatis was about to walk out of the door, Zelda comes down, accompanied by Sabrina. She was wearing normal day clothes, so the witch guesses that their aunt swayed her to go to her school. Amatis walks towards them and opens her arms so her cousin could hug her if she wanted. Sabrina takes the invite and wraps herself tightly around her cousin. The brunette brushes through Sabrina's hair and places a kiss on the side of her head. "If he is mean to you, or breaks your heart a little more, I will curse him." The two part and Sabrina shakes her head. "Don't, please. He was right to.. do what he did. We can't blame him." Amatis nods slowly. She then rubs the girl's arms and smiles gently. "Well then.. good luck at school." The two cousins say goodbye and Amatis disappears through the door.