The Mikaelsons gather in the morning, eager yet cautious as Qetsiyah sets the stage for the next chapter. Her words are foreboding, promising that if the last chapter was intense, this one will be even more challenging.]

Qetsiyah: smiling slightly, her voice calm yet hinting at what's to come "If you thought the previous events were strong, prepare yourselves. The next one will be worse."

[The screen fades in, showing a sunny day in Central Park, New York. The young Sabrina, around ten years old, skips happily over to where Davina sits on a bench.]

Sabrina: beaming "Davi, there's a Little Miss Big Apple pageant coming up. Can I participate?"

Davina: sighing, a hint of exasperation in her tone "Oh, Sabrina, those contests are sexist and demean women."

Sabrina: grinning mischievously "And how many did you lose?"

Davina: deadpan, crossing her arms "Five... now go play."

[The Mikaelsons react, entertained by the playful exchange, but aware of the darker tones in the story that Qetsiyah hinted at.]

Klaus: smirking "Cheeky little Sabrina. Clearly, she's always had that Mikaelson spirit."

Elijah: smiling slightly "Even as a child, she's fearless. But her innocence... it's bittersweet, knowing what awaits her."

Rebekah: chuckling "Sabrina's got her priorities straight. But Davina's right—those contests are hardly the place for her."

Kol: grinning "Five losses? Davina's hardly one to talk about demeaning contests then, is she?"

Freya: smiling softly "Sabrina's curiosity is refreshing, but it's a reminder of her journey—from innocence to understanding the harsh truths of her world."

Finn: nodding thoughtfully "She's questioning everything, even in the smallest ways. It's a strength that'll serve her well."

Hayley: laughing "She's got a fire in her. Davina's right to steer her away, but I love seeing her boldness."

The scene shifts to the preparation room for the pageant. Davina is carefully helping Sabrina get ready, making sure she looks her best, while Hilda stands nearby, offering her own cheerful encouragement.]

[Sabrina is focusing on her reflection, steadying her nerves, when a girl from the competition walks up with a smug look, flanked by her equally smug nanny.]

Girl: snickering "Ha! So that's my so-called competition? She'd look better with a bucket on her head!"

[The girl and her nanny share a cruel laugh, their voices echoing through the dressing room.]

Davina: without missing a beat, smirking "Every time you laugh, I expect to see flying monkeys and a 'Surrender Dorothy' sign in the sky."

Sabrina: glaring at the girl "One more crack out of you, and those implants you call teeth will be flying from here to Battery Park."

Girl: offended, huffing "My teeth are real!"

Sabrina: smirking "Not for long."

[Before anyone can intervene, Sabrina and the girl start shoving each other, and within moments, they're rolling on the floor in a full-blown scuffle, pulling hair and shouting. Hilda gasps, stepping forward in surprise, while Davina lets out an exasperated sigh but can't help a faint, amused smile.]

[The Mikaelsons watch with a mix of amusement and disbelief as the scuffle unfolds on the screen.]

Klaus: grinning with pride "Ah, there's that Mikaelson spirit. Never one to back down, even at her age."

Elijah: raising an eyebrow, mildly amused "She's certainly inherited a certain... tenacity."

Rebekah: laughing "That's my girl! Standing up for herself, even in the face of some brat with too much confidence."

Finn: sighing, though slightly impressed "Sabrina's temper will be both her strength and her challenge. She'll need to learn control."

Freya: smiling softly "She's fierce, and that's good. But she'll need to balance that with wisdom in the future."

Kol: chuckling "Give 'em hell, Sabrina. Nothing wrong with a little self-defense."

Hayley: smiling, shaking her head "She's got heart. I just hope Davina and Hilda can keep her out of too much trouble."

[As the scene of the scuffle unfolds, Kol appears in the background, leaning over with an eager grin. Unable to contain his excitement, he starts chanting, much to the dismay of his siblings.]

Kol: shouting gleefully "Fight! Fight! Go on, Sabrina, show her what a Mikaelson can do!"

[Hilda gasps, covering her mouth in shock, while Davina gives Kol a look of exasperation, clearly annoyed by his encouragement.]

Davina: sighing "Kol! This isn't helping! She's supposed to be competing, not brawling!"

Kol: completely unbothered, still cheering Sabrina on "Oh, come on, Davina! This is character building. Let her have a bit of fun!"

[Sabrina, hearing Kol's voice, smirks as she takes advantage of the encouragement, rolling the other girl over and pinning her down. The other girl yelps, surprised by Sabrina's sudden burst of strength.]

Hilda: faintly smiling despite herself, whispering "Go, Sabrina..."

[The rest of the Mikaelsons watch Kol's antics with amusement, each of them reacting to his enthusiastic cheers for Sabrina's mini-brawl.]

Klaus: chuckling "Oh, Kol, always the instigator. But I can't say I disagree—Sabrina's got that Mikaelson fight in her."

Elijah: sighing, amused but slightly exasperated "Leave it to Kol to turn this into a spectacle. But it's... fitting, I suppose."

Rebekah: grinning "Encouragement from Kol—exactly what I'd expect. But I can't say she doesn't deserve to stand her ground."

Finn: rolling his eyes, slightly disapproving "Kol never fails to be a poor influence. Still... Sabrina could use the confidence boost."

Freya: smiling slightly "Kol's methods are questionable, but she's learning to stand up for herself, even in this."

Hayley: laughing "Kol's cheering her on, of course. He'd turn anything into a fight if he could."

[Hilda quickly steps in, pulling Sabrina and the other girl apart, trying to ease the tension with a cheerful smile.]

Hilda: with a proud smile "Sabrina's already won the beauty part."

Davina: smiling, placing a reassuring hand on Sabrina's shoulder "And she's going to win the talent part, too. She takes piano lessons and could play at Carnegie Hall if she didn't have to go to bed so early."

Nanny: rolling her eyes, feigning a yawn "Piano... so boring. I think I dozed off for a moment..." pretends to snooze, dramatically tilting her head.

Freya: without missing a beat, smirking "That explains the drool and the bad smell."

[The girl, unimpressed, smirks and holds up a baton, clearly ready to show off her talent.]

Girl: smirking "This is the talent that will help me win the crown."

Freya: with a raised brow "Wait... what are you—AAAAAH!"

[Before Freya can react, the girl grabs Freya's arm and spins her around, causing her to stumble backward off the platform. Freya lands hard on a nearby chess table where two elderly men are deep in a game, sending chess pieces scattering in every direction.]

Freya: groaning, reaching behind her back with a wince "Ugh... the bishop got stuck..." pulls the chess piece out from behind her back and stands up, brushing herself off.

[The Mikaelsons can't help but react, each of them entertained by Freya's unfortunate tumble and her quick wit in the face of embarrassment.]

Klaus: chuckling "Freya, toppled by a pageant girl? Not something you see every day."

Elijah: smiling softly "Graceful as ever, Freya. But I'd expect nothing less than a perfect recovery."

Rebekah: laughing "Oh, Freya, you took that fall like a true Mikaelson. I do love how you turned it around."

Kol: grinning widely "That's the spirit, Freya! She's still got it—even if she's picking chess pieces out of her spine."

Finn: sighing, amused but sympathetic "Poor Freya. But at least she kept her dignity... mostly."

Hayley: smiling "Freya's tough. That girl doesn't know who she just messed with.

The scene shifts back to Sabrina and her family in New York, gathered in Kol's luxurious penthouse. Sabrina, sitting on a plush couch, brings up her idea for the talent portion of the upcoming pageant.]

Sabrina: excitedly "For the talent part, I was thinking... flying on my broom! It's classic, it's witchy, and it's got flair."

[Without waiting for a response, Sabrina grabs her broomstick, hops on, and starts to levitate effortlessly. She flies in smooth circles around Kol's penthouse, her laughter echoing through the spacious room as she gains confidence, weaving around furniture and chandeliers.]

Kol: grinning, leaning casually against the bar "Well, well, my little niece seems to have a knack for theatrics. But do be careful with the artwork, darling—some of it's older than you."

Davina: raising her hands defensively, her expression a mix of horror and amusement "No, no, no! Absolutely not! Do you remember the first time I was on a broom with you, Sabrina? Because I do. I'm still traumatized."

[Sabrina swoops by, her face lighting up with a mischievous grin.]

Sabrina: laughing "Oh, come on, Davina! That was years ago. I was six, and I was having the time of my life!"

Davina: groaning, shaking her head "Time of your life? I was gripping that broom for dear life, screaming my lungs out, while you kept saying, 'Faster, faster!' like a little adrenaline junkie."

Kol: bursting into laughter, clapping his hands "Oh, I have to hear more about this! Davina, you on a broomstick? Sabrina, you've got to recreate that moment."

Davina: pointing a finger at Kol "Don't you dare encourage her!" Then turning to Sabrina, sighing "I mean it, Sabrina. If you're flying at the pageant, make sure you're not traumatizing anyone in the audience."

[Sabrina slows down her flight, hovering gracefully above the room, her expression thoughtful.]

Sabrina: teasing "I'll keep it tame. No flips, no dives... for now."

[Everyone watches as she lands smoothly, setting the broom against the wall with a triumphant smile. Kol's penthouse remains intact—for the moment—and the family exchanges amused glances.]

[The Mikaelsons react to Sabrina's broom-flying talent, each in their own way.]

Klaus: smirking "Well, she certainly has a flair for dramatics. She'll win just on style alone."

Elijah: nodding "Flying on a broom does have a timeless charm. It's a fitting talent for someone of her heritage."

Rebekah: smiling "I rather like it. Sabrina looks completely in her element."

Kol: grinning "Now, if she adds a bit of fire or sparkle to that routine, it'll be a showstopper."

Freya: with a fond smile "She's mastering her skills beautifully. A performance like that will leave an impression."

Finn: thoughtfully "She's young but confident. Flying will remind everyone of her heritage and strength."

Hayley: smiling "It's great to see her enjoying herself. She's making her magic her own."

Jackson: nodding "She's got the talent, that's for sure. She just needs to polish the performance."

Davina: muttering "I'm just glad I'm not on that broom again."

Aurora: intrigued "A bold move—flying in front of an audience takes nerve."

Lucien: grinning "She's young, confident, and full of surprises. I like her style."

Cami: softly "It's wonderful to see her embrace her magic so confidently

The family gathers to discuss Sabrina's pageant preparations. The mood is light, with laughter and the occasional teasing about Sabrina's broom-flying talent. Suddenly, Sabrina chimes in with a mischievous idea, her eyes glinting with playful rebellion.]

Sabrina: grinning "What if... hear me out... I just turned the entire competition into guinea pigs? That'd make winning a whole lot easier."

[The room falls silent for a moment as everyone processes her suggestion. Hilda and Zelda exchange knowing glances, clearly torn between their natural instincts as witches and their desire to steer Sabrina toward a more traditional approach.]

Hilda: softly, tilting her head "Well... I mean, it would be effective. No one's going to argue with a guinea pig."

Zelda: sighing, rubbing her temples "Hilda, really? We are not encouraging her to hex an entire group of teenage girls just to win a pageant."

Hilda: shrugging "I didn't say she should do it. I'm just saying... it's an option."

Sabrina: grinning wider "So, you're saying it's not off the table?"

Zelda: pointing a finger at her "Absolutely not. You will win this competition fair and square, Sabrina Spellman. No hexes, no transformations, and certainly no rodents involved."

Hilda: muttering under her breath "Oh, come now, Zelda. It's not like we've never turned someone into a guinea pig before. Remember Aunt Dorcas' bridal shower?"

Zelda: shooting her a sharp look "That was different, and you know it."

[The Mikaelsons, watching the exchange, burst into varying levels of amusement at Sabrina's cheeky suggestion and her aunts' reluctant responses.]

Klaus: smirking "Now, that's a solution I can get behind. A bit of cunning and a touch of magic—very Mikaelson of her."

Elijah: shaking his head with a faint smile "Decisive, yes, but it lacks the dignity of a true competition."

Rebekah: laughing "Oh, I quite like her thinking. Turning them into guinea pigs? She's bold, I'll give her that."

Kol: grinning ear to ear "That's my niece! Why play fair when you can play clever?"

Freya: raising an eyebrow "It's creative, I'll admit. But Sabrina should be careful not to let her mischief overshadow her talent."

Finn: sighing "Turning competitors into rodents... not exactly the path of wisdom, but certainly effective."

Hayley: smirking "She's got spunk, I'll give her that. But maybe let's not traumatize the entire competition."

Jackson: chuckling "It'd make things simpler, sure, but where's the fun in an easy win?"

Davina: shaking her head "Let's not encourage her, please. Turning people into animals isn't exactly subtle."

Aurora: intrigued "Sabrina's boldness is refreshing. She's not afraid to explore all her options."

Lucien: grinning "Oh, I like her style. Ruthless and efficient. She'd make a fine strategist."

Cami: softly "It's funny, but Sabrina has too much talent to take shortcuts. She doesn't need tricks to win."

The spotlight shines brightly on the stage as Sabrina Spellman steps forward, broom in hand. The audience quiets, their curiosity piqued as she confidently addresses the crowd.]

Sabrina: smiling, her voice steady and commanding "I will recite a poem... one written by me."

[She clears her throat and begins, her tone shifting to something darker, more haunting.]

Sabrina:
"I know you are not afraid of a little bit of dark...
Because you are the dark.
I saw a beast rise up out of the sea,
With seven heads and ten horns.
And on one of the horns, he wore ten crowns.
On each head was written a blasphemous name...
The man downstairs."

[The room falls into an eerie silence as Sabrina's words echo in the air, her delivery sending shivers through the audience. The disturbing imagery and unsettling tone leave the judges trembling, visibly unnerved. Yet, despite their fear, they each hold up a perfect "10," unable to deny the power and mastery of Sabrina's performance. The other competitors glance at each other in wide-eyed horror, clearly shaken by the dark aura Sabrina has left on the stage.]

[Among the Mikaelsons, present to support her, the reaction is a mix of silence and unease. Even the normally unflappable siblings seem momentarily disturbed by the sinister beauty of her recitation.]

Kol: breaking the silence with a baffled tone "Mmm... what?"

Freya: frowning, leaning closer to her siblings "What the heck... was that?"

[Nearby, Zelda and Hilda exchange knowing smiles, entirely unbothered by the grim performance.]

Zelda: calmly, with a small smirk "One of Edward's old poems, nothing more."

Hilda: grinning brightly "He used that one to win Hope's heart the first time. Isn't it romantic?"

[The Mikaelsons turn to the Spellman aunts, their expressions a mix of disbelief and mild discomfort.]

Klaus: raising an eyebrow "Romantic? Reciting apocalyptic imagery and invoking 'the man downstairs' counts as romantic?"

Elijah: adjusting his tie, his voice tight "It's... certainly memorable. Though I question the suitability for a pageant."

Rebekah: visibly uncomfortable "What sort of poetry does your family consider romantic? That was... chilling."

Kol: grinning slyly "I'll admit, it's got flair. Dark, unsettling flair, but flair nonetheless."

Freya: shaking her head "It wasn't just a performance—it was a statement. That's Edward's influence, no doubt."

Finn: quietly, with a faint smile "Sabrina may have taken the audience by surprise, but she's won. Fear often leaves the strongest impression."

Hayley: crossing her arms, uneasy "That poem wasn't just dark. It was disturbing. And they gave her a perfect 10 for it?"

Jackson: nodding "You can't deny it worked. The judges look like they've seen a ghost."

Davina: softly, shaking her head "She's talented, but that was... intense. Definitely not what anyone expected."

Aurora: intrigued, her lips curling into a faint smile "Sabrina wields words like weapons. She's not just playing to win—she's dominating."

Lucien: grinning darkly "Now that was a show. Dark, bold, and entirely unforgettable."

Cami: concerned, glancing at the judges "Sabrina's talent is undeniable, but I hope she understands the weight of the aura she's creating."

[As Sabrina steps off the stage, the tension in the room is palpable. Her performance lingers in everyone's minds, its unsettling power leaving both the judges and the audience visibly shaken. The Mikaelsons exchange glances, each processing the dark brilliance of her act in their own way. Meanwhile, Sabrina returns to her seat, looking completely unfazed by the chaos she's left behind.]

[As the night comes to a close, the pageant announcer steps forward, holding the microphone with slightly trembling hands. Sabrina Spellman is declared the winner, and the audience offers an awkward, nervous applause, their earlier discomfort still lingering. Sabrina steps onto the stage, beaming with pride as a large trophy and a glittering crown are presented to her.]

Sabrina: grinning "Thank you to everyone, especially my fellow contestants, for... losing and letting me win!"

[Her words are met with scattered, uneasy chuckles from the audience as they clap, still visibly unsettled by her earlier performance.]

[Later, at Kol's penthouse, Sabrina is positively glowing with happiness, holding her trophy close and adjusting her crown as the family gathers to debrief the night.]

Kol: leaning back on the couch, rubbing his temples "Sure, she won... by creating trauma. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be sleeping with a Bible under my pillow tonight."

Freya: shrugging "But she did win, didn't she?"

Davina: giving a half-smile "In a very... particular way."

Zelda: rolling her eyes dramatically "You Christians exaggerate everything. Besides, if Sabrina truly wanted to open the gates of hell, she already has a poem prepared for that."

Hilda: nodding sagely "That was one of Edward's more friendly and soft poems, by the way."

[The Mikaelson siblings freeze mid-sip, mid-breath, or mid-thought, their eyes widening in horror.]

The Three Mikaelsons: in unison, horrified "MOST FRIENDLY???"

Zelda: matter-of-factly, sipping her tea "Oh, absolutely. Edward had some truly unsettling ones about plagues, curses, and apocalyptic visions. This one was practically a nursery rhyme."

Hilda: cheerfully "He recited it for Hope once, and she adored it. Said it was 'romantic.'"

Kol: staring at them, slack-jawed "Romantic? Romantic?! This is why witches scare me."

Freya: rubbing her temples "If that's friendly, I don't even want to know what Edward's darker poems sound like."

Davina: deadpan "I think I need to cleanse myself with holy water after this conversation."

[Sabrina enters the room, still wearing her crown and holding her trophy, her face glowing with happiness.]

Sabrina: playfully "So? What do you think? Winner material or what?"

Kol: raising a finger, his voice dry "Winner material, yes. But please, for the love of all things sacred, keep your 'friendly' poetry away from me."

Freya: with a soft smile "Congratulations, Sabrina. Just... maybe tone it down a bit next time."

Davina: sighing, shaking her head "Congrats. I guess traumatizing the competition worked after all."

Sabrina: grinning mischievously "Hey, a win's a win. And you've got to admit—it was memorable plus it was like a lullaby."

Mikael: staring at the Spellmans like they've lost their minds "Practically a lullaby? For who? Lucifer's children?"

Dahlia: still wide-eyed "This was his soft work? What on earth are his dark poems like?"

Esther: groaning, rubbing her temples "I don't even want to imagine."

Elijah: grumbling "If that's Edward's idea of 'soft,' I shudder to think what his darker works are."

Kol: still holding his drink, muttering "I'm not even Christian, but I feel like I should start praying."

Freya: pinching the bridge of her nose "I'm starting to think Sabrina's family is scarier than ours."

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