continuing,the scene shows again the spellman funeral, spellmans and the high priest on the same room, ready to answer sabrina doubts

Blackwood:Now...your aunties tell me you have questions, about your baptism and such

Sabrina-I do..but im not sure where to begin

Blackwood-Allow me , a witch dark baptism is our most sacred unholy sacrament, the oldes of our rites, we've been performing them for centuries -pause- Our Dark Lords Book ... "The book of the Beast" is the most ancient tome in existence

Sabrina: So if i sign my name it, does that mean im giving the dark lord dominion over my soul?

Blackwood: Thats one interpretation, but its largely a symbolic gesture, as rituals in most religions are made across the centuries

Sabrina:So Hypothetically..i do sign my name in his book, doesnt that mean he can call on me ?. To do his bindings?

Blackwood: All religions demand some sacrifice...but singing your name is more like ...a pledge lets say, That you''ll abide by his commandments...Do you the thirteen commandments?

Both zelda and hilda interrupt saying that they teach her , remember by heart

Sabrina: Im not an evil person, father...But the devil is the personification of evil

Blackwood:Im never say you are a bad person Sabrina...and to answer your second question , is incorrect. The dark lord is the embodiment of free will, Good, Evil those words matter to the false god -pause- But the dark lord is beyond such precepts

Klaus: smirking "The embodiment of free will? I'll admit, the man knows how to sell his pitch. Clever wording."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "He's persuasive, but his words mask a darker truth. Freedom always comes with a cost."

Rebekah: frowning "I don't like it. They're cornering her, dressing up this 'pledge' as something harmless when it clearly isn't."

Kol: grinning "Oh, come on, Bex. It's just a little signing ceremony. What's the worst that could happen?"

Freya: sternly "A pledge to an ancient, powerful being is never just a ceremony, Kol. Sabrina's right to ask these questions."

Finn: quietly "She's wary of being manipulated. She's smarter than they give her credit for."

Hayley: frowning "It's all so... rehearsed. Like he's done this a thousand times and doesn't care what it means for her."

Jackson: nodding "She's young, but she's asking the right questions. She's not blindly following anyone."

Davina: crossing her arms "I don't trust him. He's twisting the truth, and Sabrina knows it."

Aurora: smiling faintly "The Dark Lord as free will incarnate... intriguing. But Sabrina's skepticism is refreshing."

Lucien: grinning "A devilish contract dressed up as a harmless ritual. Classic manipulation, and Sabrina's not falling for it. Smart girl."

Cami: softly "She's trying to understand, but they're making it hard for her to trust them. That's not how guidance should feel."

transitions to Sabrina's bedroom, dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through the window. She lies tucked into bed, her face weary from hours of deep discussions about her baptism, free will, and Blackwood's visit. Hilda is seated on the edge of the bed, smoothing out the blanket and humming softly to herself.]

Hilda: smiling warmly "Isn't Father Blackwood just a bit dramatic?" She chuckles, adjusting Sabrina's blanket. "He was your father's classmate, you know? Was supposed to be the next Father on the list."

Sabrina: rolling her eyes slightly, her voice dripping with sarcasm "Then my dad surpassed him, obviously."

Hilda: nodding with a fond smile "Your father was incredibly charismatic, Sabrina. People wanted to follow Edward wherever he went. His enemies? They'd tremble just hearing his name or sharing the same room as him." Her expression softens as she adds, almost dreamily, "He was so handsome... He could've been a movie star if he'd chosen, like your cousin Montgomery. But no, he received the call early, when he was just six years old."

[In the reaction room, the girls can't help but murmur in agreement as the screen shows a flashback of Edward Spellman in his youth, radiating charm and confidence. His striking features, sharp jawline, and piercing eyes are unmistakable. His presence commands attention, much like Salem's human form.]

Rebekah: sighing, tilting her head "Oh, now I see where Sabrina gets her looks. Edward Spellman could give even a Mikaelson a run for their money."

Davina: blushing slightly, murmuring "He's... very handsome. Like, too handsome."

Aurora: smirking "Charismatic, powerful, and attractive. No wonder his enemies trembled. That combination is dangerous."

Freya: nodding thoughtfully "He carries himself with such confidence. I can see how he became a leader so young."

Cami: softly, with a smile "It's easy to see why people would want to follow him. There's something magnetic about him."

[Meanwhile, the men react with varying degrees of amusement and annoyance.]

Klaus: grinning slyly "Charismatic and terrifying to his enemies? Sounds familiar. Perhaps Edward and I would've made excellent allies... or rivals."

Elijah: raising an eyebrow, with a faint smile "Edward Spellman was clearly a man of immense influence. A shame we never crossed paths."

Kol: mockingly, nudging Davina "You're blushing, darling. Should I be worried?"

Finn: quietly, with a slight frown "Handsome or not, charisma alone isn't enough to wield true power. But it's clear Edward had more than just looks."

Lucien: grinning "Ah, the power of charm. He'd have been a formidable negotiator... and an absolute nightmare as an enemy."

Jackson: chuckling "Looks like the Spellmans don't just make waves in magic; they make an impression everywhere."

[The screen shifts back to Hilda and Sabrina, the warm glow of the moment contrasting with Sabrina's lingering doubts about her path. Hilda leans in, brushing a strand of hair from Sabrina's face as she continues.]

Hilda: softly "Sabrina, whatever choice you make, remember... you've got the strength of your father in you. And you've got us."

[Sabrina gives her a small, tired smile, nodding slightly before closing her eyes. As Hilda exits the room, the weight of the decision ahead lingers, the memory of her father's legacy both a comfort and a burden.]

Sabrina sits cross-legged on her bed, her brow furrowed in thought as she talks with Hilda. The room is dimly lit, the shadows adding to the heaviness of their conversation.]

Sabrina: quietly, her voice tinged with doubt "Aunt Hilda... What if I don't want to do this? What if I'm not ready for the baptism?"

Hilda: sighing softly, sitting beside her "I'll let you in on a little secret, love. Sometimes... I wonder if I'd have done something else, if I'd had the choice. But back then, there weren't many options for women. You did what was expected of you. No questions, no doubts."

[She places a comforting hand on Sabrina's shoulder, leaning in conspiratorially.]

Hilda: softly "But don't tell Zelda I said that. She'd have my head if she knew."

[Unbeknownst to them, Zelda is in the Ceiling above, her body ghost-like as she uses an intangibility spell to pass through structures. She watches the exchange from above, her face a mask of annoyance. Quietly, she floats back to her own room, becoming solid once again.]

Zelda: grumbling to herself, pacing "Hilda, you fool. You'll be the death of me... and then I'll be the death of you." She rises from her bed, her irritation evident.

[In the shadows outside Zelda's room, Salem peeks in, his ears twitching as he listens.]

Salem: whispering to himself, backing away "Yeah... not a good idea to mess with her. Note to self: Avoid Zelda when she's brooding."

[Back in Sabrina's room, she stares at the ceiling, bored. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as an idea takes hold.]

Sabrina: to herself "Well, if I can't sleep, I might as well have a little fun."

[She closes her eyes, focusing her energy. In a moment, her astral form emerges from her body, glowing faintly as it travels from Greendale to New Orleans. Her projection floats effortlessly into the Mikaelson mansion, finding Freya alone in her room, deeply immersed in a book.]

[Sabrina smirks, knowing exactly what will unnerve Freya. She whistles softly, perfectly recreating Aunt Dahlia's haunting melody—the sound Freya feared most.]

[Freya freezes, her eyes widening in terror as the eerie sound fills the room. The book slips from her hands, landing with a thud as she looks around, her breathing quickening.]

Freya: whispering, trembling "No... it's not real. She's gone... she's gone..."

[The whistling grows louder, echoing through the room. Freya lets out a scream and bolts from her chair, rushing to the basement. She slams the door to the panic room shut behind her, locking herself inside, her body shaking as memories of Dahlia flood back.]

[In the reaction room, the Mikaelsons and others watch the scene with varying emotions.]

Klaus: raising an eyebrow, amused "She's clever, I'll give her that. A little prankster. But Freya... Well, I didn't expect that reaction."

Elijah: frowning "Freya's fear is deeply rooted. Sabrina may not understand the weight of what she's done."

Rebekah: trying not to laugh "Oh, come on. It was harmless. Freya could use a little scare now and then."

Kol: grinning "That was brilliant. I didn't know Sabrina had it in her."

Finn: Seriously, "It's not funny. Dahlia left scars on all of us. Freya's reaction is proof of that."

Freya: still shaken "She didn't just leave scars. She left a legacy of fear. Sabrina doesn't know what she's playing with."

Hayley: concerned "Freya's trauma is real. That wasn't just a prank—it hit something deeper."

Jackson: nodding "Agreed. That kind of fear doesn't go away. Sabrina might've gone too far."

Davina: softly "Sabrina's just a kid. She didn't mean harm. But Freya... she's been through so much."

Aurora: smirking "Freya's fear is understandable, but Sabrina's cunning is impressive. A future trickster, no doubt."

Lucien: chuckling "A little fear keeps people on their toes. Freya's overreaction is almost... entertaining."

Cami: frowning "This wasn't just a scare. Freya's pain is real. Sabrina needs to understand that."

Dahlia: mocking "Still trembling, my little Freya? Even in death, my presence lingers. How... delightful."

Esther: softly, her voice tinged with guilt "I failed her. My daughter still suffers because of me."

Mikael: gruffly "She needs to toughen up. Fear of the past weakens the present."

Klaus: glaring at Mikael "And whose fault is that, Father? You've no right to speak of strength when all you brought us was pain."

Spellman Cottage – Thursday, October 30th Morning]

[The screen fades in to show the warm, rustic kitchen of the Spellman cottage. The sunlight filters through the lace curtains, casting soft golden hues across the room. Sabrina enters, her hair slightly tousled, still adjusting to the morning. She halts abruptly when she sees Harvey sitting at the kitchen table, a shy but warm smile on his face.]

Harvey: looking up at her, his eyes soft "I wanted to surprise you."

[Sabrina blinks in surprise, a small smile creeping onto her face as she processes his unexpected presence.]

Sabrina: playfully, tilting her head "Well, consider me surprised. What are you doing here so early?"

[Before Harvey can respond, Zelda's voice cuts through the moment, cool and measured as always.]

Zelda: seated at the head of the table, her spoon clicking delicately against her teacup "And isn't that the loveliest of surprises." Her tone is polite, but there's an undercurrent of scrutiny as she looks Harvey up and down.

[Hilda bustles into the room, holding a tray of freshly baked scones. She notices Harvey and beams warmly.]

Hilda: cheerfully "Oh, look at that! Harvey, how sweet of you to drop by. Have you had breakfast yet? We've got scones—fresh out of the oven!"

Harvey: grinning sheepishly "Uh, no, ma'am. I just wanted to see Sabrina before school."

Zelda: arching an eyebrow, her voice clipped "Before school, hmm? I hope you're not planning to distract her from her studies, Mr. Kinkle. Sabrina's education is paramount."

Sabrina: rolling her eyes, stepping further into the room "Aunt Zelda, Harvey isn't here to sabotage my future. He's just being nice."

Zelda: sipping her tea, her expression neutral "Being nice often leads to distractions, my dear. And distractions lead to... complications."

[Hilda shoots Zelda a disapproving glance as she sets the tray on the table.]

Hilda: gently "Now, now, Zee. Let the boy breathe. It's not every day someone makes the effort to surprise Sabrina like this."

[Sabrina exchanges an amused look with Harvey, who chuckles awkwardly. Salem strolls into the room, leaping gracefully onto a chair and observing the scene with his sharp green eyes.]

Salem: dryly "Ah, young love. So predictable, yet so entertaining."

Sabrina: smirking, addressing Salem "Don't start, Salem."

[The room settles into a moment of lighthearted tension, Sabrina and Harvey stealing quiet glances at each other, while Zelda watches with her usual guarded demeanor, and Hilda busies herself preparing plates for everyone.]

Klaus: grinning "Young Harvey, so earnest. It's almost adorable, really."

Elijah: nodding "His intentions seem genuine. It's refreshing to see such simplicity in relationships."

Rebekah: smirking "Sabrina's lucky. At least her boyfriend doesn't come with centuries of baggage."

Kol: grinning mischievously "Oh, give him time. They all crack eventually. But for now, it's... quaint."

Freya: smiling softly "Harvey's sincerity is sweet. It's good for Sabrina to have someone like him."

Finn: quietly "He seems harmless enough. Though I doubt Zelda sees it that way."

Hayley: smiling "Harvey's a good guy. Sabrina deserves someone like him."

Davina: grinning "They're cute together. And Zelda's just being protective, in her own way."

Aurora: smirking "Protective or controlling? Zelda's scrutiny is... impressive, to say the least."

Lucien: laughing "Ah, Zelda. Always the one to keep things interesting. Harvey's lucky to escape unscathed."

Cami: gently "Zelda just wants the best for Sabrina, even if she's a bit... intense about it."

The scene transitions to a serene forest path, the morning sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Sabrina and Harvey walk side by side, their breaths visible in the crisp air. Sabrina clutches her coat tightly, her expression soft but thoughtful.]

Sabrina: chuckling lightly, glancing at Harvey "What was that all about back there?"

Harvey: shrugging with a sheepish grin "Me stopping by? Well, partly because I don't really know your aunts."

Sabrina: grinning knowingly "That's entirely intentional, you realize."

Harvey: laughing softly "Yeah, I figured. I thought maybe it was time to try anyway. Though... maybe bowling wasn't the right icebreaker idea."

Sabrina: shaking her head, smiling "Nope, it's perfect. Trust me."

Harvey: looking ahead, his voice warm "Well, hey, if not this Saturday, then next Saturday, and every Saturday after that. We have all the time in the world, right?"

[Sabrina's smile falters for just a moment, her gaze dropping to the path in front of her. Her voice lowers, barely audible.]

Sabrina: murmuring "Yeah... time left."

[Harvey doesn't catch her words, his eyes still on the path ahead. Sabrina forces her smile back, but a shadow of doubt lingers in her eyes as they continue walking in silence for a moment. The sounds of the forest surround them—leaves rustling, birds chirping—yet Sabrina's thoughts seem far away.]

Baxter High School Hallway]

[The camera pans to a brightly lit hallway lined with lockers. Students bustle about, their chatter blending into a low hum. On the wall hangs a freshly placed WICCA poster, vibrant and eye-catching. A group of jocks stand near it, their expressions mocking as one of them approaches the poster.]

Jock: grinning cruelly, gesturing to the poster "Look at this. I think we need to decorate it a little bit."

[He rips the poster off the wall, crumpling it in his hand as his accomplices laugh loudly, drawing attention from nearby students.]

Jock: mocking, reading aloud "Women Intersectional Creative Cultural Association? Can they even call themselves women?"

[Susie, standing nearby, witnesses the scene. Her jaw tightens, her fists clench. She hesitates for a moment, but then determination flashes in her eyes. She steps forward, her voice ringing out over the laughter.]

Susie: boldly, her voice sharp "HEY! D**ks-for-brains!"

[The jocks turn toward her, their laughter dying down. The leader stares at Susie, a sneer spreading across his face.]

Jock: mocking "What's your problem, dyke?"

[Susie, her anger boiling over, charges toward the jock, aiming to take him down. But before she can land a hit, the jock retaliates, throwing a punch that connects with her face. The impact sends Susie sprawling to the floor, her face hitting the cold tile hard.]

[The jocks laugh uproariously at her expense, the sound echoing through the hallway as they take off running. The other students stand frozen, some shocked, others whispering amongst themselves. Susie groans softly, her hand touching her face as she struggles to push herself up.]

Klaus: his tone icy, eyes narrowing "Pathetic cowards. It's always easier to attack someone you see as weaker. Disgusting."

Elijah: clenching his jaw, his tone grave "There's no honor in their actions. Susie showed more courage standing up to them than they ever could."

Rebekah: furious, her hands tightening into fists "Someone needs to teach those boys a lesson. A proper one."

Kol: grinning darkly "Oh, I'd happily volunteer for that. Imagine their faces if they woke up to a good hex or two."

Freya: calmly, but with a dangerous edge "They crossed a line. That kind of cruelty doesn't go unanswered."

Finn: softly, his tone cold "They'll learn, one way or another. Weakness lies in their cowardice, not in Susie's courage."

Hayley: angrily "It's disgusting. Susie deserves better than this. Those boys need to be held accountable."

Davina: frowning "I wish I were there. I'd hex them into next week."

Aurora: smirking faintly "Susie's bravery is admirable. The boys? Pitiful. Someone ought to teach them some manners."

Lucien: grinning sinisterly "A shame Sabrina wasn't there. I imagine she'd have dealt with them... creatively."

Cami: gently, with concern "Susie stood up for herself, and that's brave. But this... it's just heartbreaking."

Baxter High Parking Lot]

[The camera cuts to the parking lot as Harvey's truck pulls in. The sound of tires crunching against the gravel fills the air. Susie storms out of the building, her expression a mix of anger and hurt, followed closely by Roz, who looks concerned.]

Roz: calling after her, her voice firm but supportive "Susie, you can't let them get to you like that!"

Susie: whirling around, her voice breaking "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

[Sabrina, stepping out of Harvey's truck, rushes toward them, her expression instantly shifting to worry.]

Sabrina: urgently "What the heck happened now?"

Susie: snapping, her voice cracking with frustration "I got suspended."

Roz: glancing at Sabrina "I'm supposed to take Susie home and then come right back."

Susie: her voice trembling, tears welling in her eyes "Except I can't go home. I don't want my dad to know about this."

Roz: softly, placing a hand on Susie's shoulder "He won't. Then we'll go somewhere else. You don't have to go home right now."

Sabrina: stepping closer, her tone firm "Suspended after what? It's not even first period."

Roz: sighing "She got into a fight with a bunch of asswipes who were ripping down our WICCA poster."

Sabrina: her voice rising in anger "The football players? The same ones? That's it. We're going to the police. We're pressing charges. Susie, this is physical assault!"

Susie: snapping, turning to face Sabrina, her voice raw "Yeah, but I started the fight!"

[Sabrina freezes, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in Susie's bruised face, the red marks stark against her pale skin. The silence is heavy for a moment before Sabrina's voice softens.]

Sabrina: quietly, but resolutely "Susie, I swear to you, this will never happen again. But this time... you have to tell me their names."

[Susie hesitates, glancing at Roz, who nods encouragingly. Tears spill down Susie's cheeks as she exhales shakily, her resolve faltering.]

Susie: whispering "I... I don't know if I can."

Sabrina: stepping closer, her voice steady and reassuring "You're not alone, Susie. We'll handle this together. But we need to know who they are."

[In the reaction room, the Mikaelsons and others react to the emotional scene.]

Klaus: his tone icy, eyes narrowing "Cowards. Picking on someone who dares to stand up for themselves. They deserve far worse than suspension."

Elijah: nodding gravely "Sabrina's approach is the right one. Susie needs support, and those responsible need to face justice."

Rebekah: clenching her fists, her voice sharp "Those boys need to learn a lesson—one they'll never forget. This is disgusting."

Kol: grinning darkly "Oh, I could think of plenty of ways to make them regret it. Creative ones, at that."

Freya: softly, her expression pained "Susie's bravery is admirable, but she shouldn't have to face this. Sabrina's determination will make all the difference."

Finn: quietly, his tone cold "This is what happens when cowards are left unchecked. Sabrina's right—they need to be held accountable."

Hayley: angrily "Those boys don't deserve to get away with this. Sabrina's doing exactly what she should—fighting for Susie."

Davina: nodding firmly "Susie needs to know she's not alone. Sabrina and Roz are her strength right now."

Aurora: smirking faintly "Sabrina's fire is impressive. She's not one to let injustice slide."

Lucien: grinning "This is the beginning of something interesting. Sabrina's about to make her mark on those fools."

Cami: gently, with a soft smile "Sabrina's compassion and strength are exactly what Susie needs. She's showing her what true friendship looks like."

Wardwell's Office

[The camera pans to the slightly dim, cluttered office of Ms. Wardwell. She sits behind her desk, her sharp eyes fixed on Sabrina, who stands opposite her with a determined expression.]

Sabrina: firmly, her voice steady "Billy Marlin, Ed Dursley, Seth Grinwis, and Carl Tapper."

Wardwell: arching an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm "Four of Greendale's favorite sons... golden boys."

Sabrina: crossing her arms, her tone rising with frustration "Before, they were bullying Susie. Now, they're punching her. She's tiny. They have to be held accountable."

Wardwell: sighing, leaning back in her chair "Well, then. Go sit down together with Principal Hawthorne... next week when he finally decides to grace us with his presence."

Sabrina: groaning softly, her voice laced with exasperation "I might not even be here next week."

Wardwell: leaning forward slightly, her tone curious "Oh? Have you decided you're leaving us?"

Sabrina: pausing, a heavy sigh escaping her lips "It's looking that way. But not if I can't get this sorted out. I can't leave my friends in trouble."

[Wardwell's gaze sharpens, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. Her tone lowers, becoming almost conspiratorial.]

Wardwell: smoothly "The only way boys like these learn new behavior is through... well, hellfire. Of course, as an educator, I'm not allowed to say such things, but sometimes a little hell-raising is precisely what's needed to move the needle."

[She leans back in her chair, her fingers steepled as she regards Sabrina with a sly expression.]

Wardwell: continuing "Mind you, I wouldn't take them on alone. Four against one? No. I'd even the odds. Enlist the baddest bitches you know to help."

[Sabrina's lips twitch into a small, determined smile as the gears in her mind begin to turn.]

Sabrina: nodding slowly "I can think of three girls."

Wardwell: smirking, her voice almost purring "And then, once your house is in order here, you're free to transfer to this new school... with a light heart."

Klaus: grinning darkly "Now that's the kind of advice I like. Raise a little hell and teach those boys a lesson."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "Wardwell's approach is unconventional, but not without merit. Sabrina's loyalty to her friends is commendable."

Rebekah: smirking "Enlist the baddest bitches? Oh, I love her already. Sabrina's about to make this very interesting."

Kol: laughing "Hellfire and bad bitches. Now this is a plan I can get behind."

Freya: smiling slightly "Sabrina's resolve is impressive. She's not just walking away—she's fighting for what's right."

Finn: sternly "Justice is one thing. Revenge is another. I hope she knows where the line is."

Hayley: grinning "This is the kind of fight I'd want to be in. Sabrina's got fire."

Davina: nodding "She's not backing down, even with everything else going on. That's real strength."

Aurora: smirking "Wardwell's advice is practical. Sometimes, you need to bend the rules to make real change."

Lucien: chuckling "A little hell-raising to teach those boys a lesson? I can't wait to see how this plays out."

Cami: smiling gently "Sabrina's standing up for what's right, even when it's not easy. That takes courage."

Forest Clearing – Twilight]

[Sabrina stands in the middle of a secluded forest clearing, the air heavy with the scent of pine and earth. In her hands is a three-stick branch bound into a triangle with strands of wool yarn. As she ties the final knot, she chants in a steady, determined voice.]

Sabrina:
"The weird sisters, hand in hand,
travelers of the sea and land.
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine,
and thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! The charm's wound up."

[As she finishes, the wind picks up suddenly, howling through the trees. Leaves swirl in a vortex around her, and a faint, eerie glow emanates from the triangle. With a loud whoosh, the Weird Sisters materialize, stepping into the clearing, their expressions cold and smug.]

Prudence: mockingly, her voice dripping with disdain "Hello, half-breed. And how are we feeling today?"

Sabrina: raising an eyebrow, her tone steady "Do you mean because of your curse?"

Agatha: smirking, crossing her arms "Isn't that why you summoned us?"

Dorcas: grinning, tilting her head "So that we might remove it?"

Prudence: stepping closer, her tone sharp "We'll happily do so, as soon as you pledge that you won't be going to the Academy."

Sabrina: smiling faintly, shaking her head "Funny. My Aunt Hilda's already taken care of your curse with a reversing spell."

[The sisters exchange surprised looks before Prudence narrows her eyes at Sabrina.]

Sabrina: calmly "But we still might be able to strike a deal. There are four mortal boys who need to be taught a lesson. Help me teach them, and I'll stay right where I am—at Baxter High."

[Behind her back, Sabrina crosses her fingers, a small, defiant smile playing on her lips.]

Agatha: grinning slyly "At least... are they handsome?"

Dorcas: giggling "It's always more fun when they're handsome."

Prudence: rolling her eyes but smirking "Fine. We'll help you, half-breed. But they're your enemies, and you'll have to do most of the work."

Sabrina: nodding solemnly, her voice firm and steady "You have my word."

[Her choice of words—an echo of her great-uncle Elijah Mikaelson's legendary pledge—carries a weight that surprises even the Weird Sisters for a moment.]

Klaus: smirking, his tone amused "Ah, 'You have my word.' Where have I heard that before? Sabrina's certainly embracing her heritage."

Elijah: smiling faintly, a flicker of pride in his eyes "She's learned well. Words carry power, and she wields them effectively."

Rebekah: grinning "Dealing with witches and crossing her fingers behind her back? That's clever. She's got the Mikaelson spirit."

Kol: laughing "Oh, she's playing them beautifully. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was channeling me."

Freya: thoughtfully "The Weird Sisters are powerful, but Sabrina's holding her own. She's walking a fine line."

Finn: quietly "She's clever, but deception is a dangerous game. It can turn on you."

Hayley: smiling slightly "She's standing up for her friends. That takes guts. I respect that."

Davina: grinning "Using their arrogance against them? That's brilliant. Sabrina's got them wrapped around her finger."

Aurora: smirking "A half-truth and a clever bargain. Sabrina's playing chess while the Weird Sisters play checkers."

Lucien: chuckling "A little manipulation and a dash of charm. She's a natural."

Cami: softly "She's making tough choices, but she's doing it for the right reasons. That says a lot about her."

Marcel: nodding "She's got guts, I'll give her that. Dealing with witches isn't easy, but she's holding her own."

Vincent: serious, yet impressed "She's playing with fire, but she's got the smarts to back it up. Let's hope she doesn't get burned."

Jackson: grinning "Sabrina's tougher than she looks. She's got the fight in her."

Mikael: gruffly "A clever child. But her defiance will bring trouble—mark my words."

Esther: smiling faintly "She's resourceful and brave, even if her methods are unconventional."

Dahlia: coldly amused "Manipulating others to do her bidding? She's more like me than she realizes."

Spellman Garden – Morning

[The scene opens in the lush, vibrant Spellman garden. Hilda hums cheerfully as she tends to her turnips, their bright green tops peeking through the soil. Zelda approaches from behind, her face stern, holding a hammer.]

Zelda: curtly "Sister."

Hilda: turning, her smile warm "Oh, Zelda!" chuckling softly "Look at my turnips. They're coming up marvelously this year!"

[Before Hilda can fully turn to face her, Zelda swings the hammer with a sharp exhale, striking Hilda squarely on the face. Hilda collapses to the ground, unconscious.]

[Minutes later, Zelda stands in the family graveyard, dirt smeared on her hands and dress as she buries Hilda in a freshly dug grave. Her movements are sharp and aggressive, frustration etched on her face.]

Zelda: gritting her teeth, hitting the ground with the shovel "Foolish woman."

[She glances up and spots the Kemper family car pulling into the driveway. With a deep breath, she composes herself and heads back toward the house.]

[Inside, Ambrose is meticulously preparing Connor's casket in the embalming room. The Kempers stand nearby, their faces pale and tear-streaked as they look at their son's lifeless body.]

Ambrose: gently "He looks at peace, doesn't he? I've done my best to preserve him as you'd want to remember."

[The Kemper parents nod, their voices catching as they thank him. Ambrose offers them tea, and they sit in the parlor, where he begins asking subtle questions.]

Ambrose: thoughtfully "Connor was... introverted, you said? A small friend circle?"

Mrs. Kemper: nodding "Yes, but he had his iguana, Rufus. He used to talk to it all the time, like he was expecting it to talk back."

[Ambrose's eyes narrow slightly, suspicion growing in his mind. He keeps his tone neutral.]

Ambrose: softly "An iguana, you say. Curious. Did it ever... behave strangely?"

[The Kempers don't notice the weight of his question as they shake their heads, continuing to share stories about Connor. When they leave, Ambrose watches them go, deep in thought.]

[Later, Zelda returns to the house, her dress still slightly disheveled. She carries the dirt-streaked shovel back inside, placing it near the door. Ambrose greets her as she enters.]

Zelda: briskly "What were the Kempers doing here?"

Ambrose: calmly, sipping tea "I invited them to inspect my handiwork on their son."

Zelda: arching an eyebrow, her tone sharp "Ambrose, you're not meddling in mortal affairs again, are you?"

Ambrose: raising his hands in defense "He wasn't a mortal. Might I add, he had a familiar—an iguana, apparently."

Ambrose: pausing, looking around "Also, where's Aunt Hilda?

[Zelda casually leans the shovel against the wall, her expression unbothered.]

Zelda: bluntly "She annoyed me, so I killed her and buried her in the yard."

[Without another word, Zelda turns and strides further into the house, leaving Ambrose staring after her, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation.]

Ambrose: dryly, muttering to himself "Again?"

Klaus: his expression darkening, a flicker of guilt crossing his face "Zelda's control over her sister... it's far too familiar. The dagger threats in our family... I never realized how much it mirrored this."

Elijah: nodding solemnly "It's a reflection of power dynamics within families. A troubling one, at that."

Rebekah: quietly, her voice tinged with sadness "Hilda is like me... enduring the brunt of it. Always paying the price for standing out of line."

Kol: grinning, though his tone carries an edge "Oh, come on. Who hasn't wanted to knock out a sibling now and then? Though burying them might be a tad excessive."

Finn: sternly "It's not amusing. This dynamic... it's toxic, destructive. And yet it persists in every family of power."

Freya: shaking her head, her voice soft "Hilda doesn't deserve it. But... neither did Rebekah, or any of us, really. Power blinds people."

Hayley: frowning "It's messed up. Zelda's control is like Klaus's was. But at least Sabrina and Hilda have their moments of peace."

Jackson: nodding "It's dysfunctional, sure. But Ambrose seems used to it. That says a lot."

Marcel: quietly "This family's got layers of problems. But they've got each other's backs... most of the time."

Davina: frowning "It's so unfair. Hilda's kind. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that."

Tristan: smirking faintly "Family dynamics are always fascinating. Power and resentment go hand in hand."

Aurora: smirking "Oh, Zelda. A woman after my own heart. Ruthless, unapologetic... but still deeply flawed."

Lucien: grinning "The Spellman family might rival the Mikaelsons in dysfunction. And that's saying something."

Cami: softly "It's tragic. Families can be both a source of strength and destruction."

Mikael: gruffly "Zelda's strength is commendable, but her methods? Cowardly."

Esther: sighing "Zelda's actions remind me of my own mistakes. Control at the expense of love... it's always a misstep."

Dahlia: coldly amused "Control is necessary. Zelda wields it well. Love makes one weak; power demands sacrifice."

[Scene: Gas Station – Night]

[The camera pans to a dimly lit gas station parking lot. The four football players—Billy Marlin, Ed Dursley, Seth Grinwis, and Carl Tapper—are gathered around a truck, passing a bottle of cheap liquor between them. Their laughter is loud and grating as they make crude, misogynistic comments, their voices carrying through the chilly night air.]

Billy: mockingly, raising the bottle "You know what I don't get? Why girls these days think they can do whatever they want. WICCA? More like... wickedly useless chicks' club!"

Seth: laughing "Yeah, let's be honest—they're not even real women. Just wannabes trying to play dress-up."

[Their laughter continues until a figure steps into the light. Sabrina, dressed in a striking red coat, is flanked by the Weird Sisters, all in their signature black coat dresses. Their presence is commanding, their expressions cold yet alluring. The laughter dies down as the boys' attention shifts.]

Sabrina: smiling faintly, her tone smooth "Well, well. Look who's having a little boys' night. Mind if we join?"

Prudence: stepping forward, her voice honeyed with mock charm "We thought you might be up for some... fun."

[The boys exchange glances, a mix of curiosity and hesitation, but their bravado quickly takes over.]

Ed: grinning "What kind of fun are we talking about?"

Dorcas: laughing softly "The kind that makes tonight unforgettable."

[Agatha gives a sly smile, her eyes glinting mischievously. The girls' allure is magnetic, and the boys, emboldened by the alcohol, fall for it without question.]

Sabrina: gesturing toward the distance "There's a party out by the Greendale mines. Just us and a few friends. You should come."

Carl: grinning "The mines? Sounds sketchy."

Prudence: smirking "What's the matter? Afraid of a little adventure?"

[The boys laugh, their egos pushing them to agree. Together, they pile into their truck, following the girls to the mines.]

[Scene: Greendale Mines – Entrance]

[The group arrives at the mine entrance, the air growing colder and heavier with each passing moment. The moonlight barely illuminates the area, and the dark abyss of the mine looms before them like an open mouth.]

Sabrina: turning to face the boys, her voice calm and deliberate "You know what they call this place, don't you? The Devil's Doorway."

[The boys glance at each other, their bravado beginning to waver.]

Sabrina: continuing, her tone haunting "They say the mines in Greendale run so deep, one shaft takes you all the way down to Hell."

[One of the boys clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably.]

Seth: nervously "I don't know about this, man. This is starting to feel really freaky to me."

Dorcas: smiling, her voice light but firm "Now, boys. Don't get scared of us."

Billy: trying to regain confidence "I just don't wanna break my neck tripping in the dark." He chuckles nervously.

Agatha: gesturing toward the entrance, her voice dripping with mock reassurance "There are lamps right inside the tunnel. See?"

Prudence: laughing softly, her tone teasing "Maybe they are scared. Maybe they're just scared little boys."

[The girls chuckle, their laughter echoing eerily as they step into the darkness of the mine. The boys hesitate for a moment before following, their footsteps crunching against the gravel as they disappear into the shadows.]

Klaus: smirking, raising a glass "Ah, the lure of women and adventure. Those boys are heading straight to their doom, and they deserve every bit of it."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "Sabrina and the Weird Sisters know exactly how to manipulate them. It's... poetic justice."

Rebekah: grinning "Oh, I love this. The boys think they're in control, but they're about to learn otherwise."

Kol: laughing "This is brilliant. The girls are playing them like violins."

Finn: sternly "It's dangerous to toy with people, even if they deserve punishment. This could escalate beyond their control."

Freya: softly "Sabrina's protecting her friend, but she's playing with fire. The mines hold more than just darkness."

Hayley: nodding "Those boys had it coming. Sabrina's making sure they never mess with anyone again."

Jackson: smirking "The girls are smart. They're teaching those idiots a lesson they won't forget."

Marcel: chuckling "Sabrina's got guts. I respect that."

Davina: smiling faintly "This is what happens when you underestimate witches. They're about to regret everything."

Tristan: smirking "Theatrics and subtle revenge. I admire their approach."

Aurora: grinning "The darkness of the mines and the naivety of the boys... this is deliciously ironic."

Lucien: laughing "The girls are weaving a web, and those fools are walking straight into it. Perfect."

Cami: frowning slightly "It's satisfying to see justice, but I hope Sabrina knows when to stop."

Mikael: gruffly "The boys are weak and foolish. They deserve the consequences of their arrogance."

Esther: calmly "Sabrina is clever, but she must be careful. Revenge has its own price."

Dahlia: coldly amused "A fine display of power. Sabrina and the Weird Sisters understand the art of control."

Deep Inside the Greendale Mines

[The camera follows the group as they delve deeper into the cave. The air grows colder, and the darkness becomes almost suffocating. The boys, initially brash and confident, begin to falter.]

Billy: grinning nervously "Uh, there's no music. What kind of party is this?"

[Before anyone can answer, eerie wailings and sorrowful voices echo through the tunnels. The sound is haunting, chilling the boys to their core. The girls exchange sly glances and burst into laughter, their mirth echoing eerily through the cave.]

[Without dialogue, the scene becomes surreal. Prudence is the first to act, stepping forward and unbuttoning her coat with a calculated flourish. She approaches Billy, her movements fluid and enticing. Agatha, Dorcas, and Sabrina follow suit, each choosing a boy—Carl, Ed, and Seth, respectively. The girls, now in elegant lingerie, radiate confidence and allure, while the boys, mesmerized and oblivious, eagerly strip down to their underwear.]

[The action intensifies, with kisses and caresses exchanged in the dim light of the cave. The boys are consumed by their pleasure, unaware that it's all an illusion spell cast by the girls.]

The camera shifts to reveal the truth. The Weird Sisters and Sabrina stand at the bottom of the cave, fully dressed, their expressions gleeful as they watch the boys' humiliating display. The illusory versions of themselves above are nothing but convincing projections.]

Prudence: grinning wickedly "Just look at them."

Agatha: giggling "Adorable."

Dorcas: laughing, pulling out a phone "We should take a picture."

Sabrina: smirking, holding up an old-fashioned camera "I brought mine."

[The flash of Sabrina's camera cuts through the darkness. Back in reality, the spell breaks abruptly, and the boys realize the truth. Instead of the alluring witches, they're kissing and caressing each other. Their eyes widen in horror as they jump apart, startled, confused, and utterly disgusted.]

Billy: stammering "What the... what just happened?!"

Seth: wiping his mouth frantically "Oh my God, oh my God!"

[The girls' laughter echoes cruelly through the cave as they step forward, their coats once again wrapped tightly around them. Their expressions are smug, victorious.]

Prudence: mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm "Aw, what's the matter, boys? Didn't enjoy the party?"

[The boys stammer and scramble to grab their clothes, their faces flushed with shame and anger. The girls continue laughing, their mirth growing as the boys trip over themselves in their rush to leave the cave.]

In the reaction room, the group reacts to the scene with a mix of amusement, shock, and disapproval.]

Klaus: chuckling darkly "Brilliant. Utterly humiliating for those fools. A fitting punishment for their behavior."

Elijah: frowning slightly, his tone measured "Effective, certainly. Though perhaps a touch excessive."

Rebekah: grinning "Oh, I love it. Teach them to mess with witches."

Kol: laughing uproariously "This is genius! Sabrina and the Weird Sisters are my kind of troublemakers."

Finn: disapproving, his tone cold "This goes beyond justice. It's cruel and unnecessary."

Freya: softly, though with a hint of amusement "It's clever, but it walks a dangerous line. Humiliation can backfire."

Hayley: grinning "They deserved it. Sabrina and the girls just gave them a taste of their own medicine."

Jackson: nodding "Those guys needed to be taken down a peg. Looks like they got what was coming."

Marcel: laughing "That's one way to make a point. They'll think twice before pulling anything like that again."

Davina: grinning mischievously "That's what you get for underestimating witches. Sabrina nailed it."

Tristan: smirking "Humiliation is a powerful tool. The girls used it masterfully."

Aurora: grinning "Deliciously wicked. Sabrina's fitting right in with the Weird Sisters."

Lucien: laughing "A little humiliation goes a long way. I love the creativity."

Cami: frowning slightly "It's clever, but... they didn't need to take it that far. Revenge can be dangerous."

Mikael: gruffly "Foolish boys. They deserved to be reminded of their place."

Esther: calmly "Effective, yes. But Sabrina must be careful. Power used in anger has consequences."

Dahlia: coldly amused "A display of dominance and wit. Sabrina is learning the art of control."

The boys, still reeling from their humiliation, stand their ground, their anger overtaking their embarrassment. Billy steps forward, his fists clenched, glaring at the girls.]

Billy: shouting "You bitches are gonna regret that!"

Sabrina: smirking confidently, holding up the camera "Mmm, nope, we won't. Because these photos will be up all over school if you lay a hand on Susie Putnam or any other girl ever again."

[Billy freezes, his bravado faltering, but he quickly recovers, snarling.]

Billy: growling "NO ONE is going anywhere until you give us those pictures!"

Prudence: stepping forward, her voice cold and commanding "No, no, no. No one's going anywhere because we're not done playing yet."

Sabrina: whispering urgently, moving closer to Prudence "Prudence... what are you doing?"

Prudence: her smirk widening, her tone dripping with dark glee "We're going to play a little."

Sabrina: whispering fiercely, glancing at the boys nervously "This isn't what we talked about. I don't want you to kill them."

Prudence: ignoring Sabrina, her voice rising theatrically "A game called... Devil... in... the Night."

[The Weird Sisters snap their fingers in unison, and the cave plunges into pitch darkness. The boys shout in panic, their voices echoing off the stone walls.]

[The camera shifts to flashes of light as Sabrina's camera clicks, capturing brief, horrifying glimpses of the Weird Sisters tormenting the boys. Their faces twist into monstrous, grotesque visages—eyes glowing red, mouths stretching unnaturally wide with rows of sharp teeth. Their movements are jerky and inhuman, their shadows looming unnaturally large against the cave walls.]

[The boys scream as the Weird Sisters advance, their laughter a chilling chorus in the darkness. The sisters' hands morph into skeletal claws that scratch against the stone, creating an ear-piercing screech. Sabrina watches, conflicted, her camera clicking almost automatically as the chaos unfolds.]

[Terrified beyond reason, the boys finally break. They stumble over each other as they flee toward the cave entrance, their screams echoing behind them. The Weird Sisters laugh uproariously, their human forms snapping back into place as the light returns.]

[In the reaction room, the group reacts to the intense scene.]

Klaus: grinning darkly "Now that's a lesson they won't forget. Fear is an excellent teacher."

Elijah: frowning slightly "It was excessive, but effective. Those boys will think twice before crossing anyone again."

Rebekah: laughing "I love it. The girls were magnificent. And Sabrina? A natural."

Kol: grinning wickedly "Oh, that was beautiful. I'm stealing that 'Devil in the Night' game for future use."

Finn: disapproving, his voice stern "They've crossed a line. Humiliation was enough. This was cruelty."

Freya: quietly "Sabrina tried to keep it in check, but the Weird Sisters... they thrive on chaos."

Hayley: smirking "Sometimes, fear is the only way to get the message across. Those boys won't forget this anytime soon."

Jackson: nodding "They deserved to be scared. But Sabrina's right to be cautious. This could've gone too far."

Marcel: grinning "That's how you take power back. They won't mess with anyone again."

Davina: smiling slightly "It's extreme, but... they earned it. Sabrina's trying to control the chaos."

Tristan: smirking "Fear and control—an elegant combination. The girls executed it perfectly."

Aurora: grinning "Terrifying and theatrical. The Weird Sisters know how to make an impression."

Lucien: chuckling "They'll be running scared for weeks. Sabrina and her crew played this masterfully."

Cami: frowning slightly "It's satisfying to see justice, but... this could leave scars. Sabrina needs to tread carefully."

Mikael: gruffly "Weak boys, terrified by strong women. Fitting. But Sabrina's hesitance shows she's not ready for true power."

Esther: calmly "Sabrina's moral compass will be her strength. The Weird Sisters' influence could lead her astray."

Dahlia: coldly amused "Power requires control and precision. The girls wielded it well, but Sabrina's hesitation shows weakness."

Sabrina walks behind the Weird Sisters, who carry a small cage filled with tweeting birds. Sabrina stops abruptly, staring at the cage in confusion.

Sabrina: frowning, her tone sharp "What is this?"

Agatha: smirking, gesturing to the cage "Souvenirs from tonight."

Prudence: with a sly grin "We took their boyhoods. Until you release the birds, those four boys won't be... rising to any occasion."

Dorcas: kneeling beside Sabrina, grabbing the cage and inspecting it playfully "A week of impotence might teach them better manners."

Sabrina: exasperated, crossing her arms "You could've warned me. At least given me a heads-up."

[She starts walking briskly behind them, her irritation evident. The Weird Sisters exchange amused glances.]

Prudence: calmly, glancing over her shoulder "We didn't think you'd want to participate. But perhaps you're more suited to the Academy than we originally planned."

Sabrina: hesitating, her voice quieter "Yes... about that."

Prudence: cutting her off with a smirk "Oh, save your breath. We know you lied. You're a terrible liar."

[Sabrina freezes for a moment, internally cringing. In her mind, she hears Kol's voice echoing as if teasing her:]

Kol (in Sabrina's thoughts): mockingly "That's something I'd wholeheartedly agree with, love."

[Back in the present, Sabrina shakes off the thought and sighs, looking at Prudence.]

Sabrina: Seriously, "If you knew I lied, then why would you help me?"

Dorcas: shrugging, her tone casual "We don't need a reason to torment mortal boys."

Prudence: smirking "But if you're transferring to the Academy, why bother with the boys at all? They'll soon be out of your life."

Sabrina: firmly "I don't want them harassing my friends when I'm gone."

Prudence: raising an eyebrow, her tone softening slightly "If you care about them so much, why leave them... if you have a choice?"

Sabrina: pausing, her voice uncertain "I'm not sure I do."I'm getting a lot of pressure to transfer. Father Blackwood came to my house."

[The Weird Sisters stop abruptly, their heads snapping toward Sabrina. Prudence steps forward, her expression a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.]

Prudence: sharply "WHAT?... The High Priest visited you?"

Sabrina: nodding, her tone steady but troubled "To relieve my doubts. And he did, some of them. But... it still feels wrong to me, signing the Book of the Beast. Knowing that, on some level, I'm... I'm giving up my freedom."

[Prudence regards Sabrina intently, her expression hardening.]

Prudence: firmly "You are. In exchange for additional power—power that your father and mother inherited and passed to you. It's an even exchange."

Sabrina: shaking her head, her voice growing more resolute "But I want both. Freedom and power."

[Prudence stares at Sabrina for a moment before letting out a sharp, derisive laugh.]

Prudence: mocking "Now you're delirious. He'll never give you that. The Dark Lord..." she pauses, her tone growing colder "The thought of you—or any of us—having both terrifies him."

Sabrina: frowning, confused "Why is that?"

Prudence: smirking faintly "He's a man, isn't he?"

[Agatha steps forward, giving Sabrina a wry smile.]

Agatha: softly "Good night, Spellman."

[With that, the Weird Sisters vanish into a swirling haze of grey smoke, leaving Sabrina alone on the forest path. The silence that follows is heavy, the weight of their words pressing down on her.]

Klaus: grinning darkly "Freedom and power. Now that's an admirable goal, but a dangerous one. The girl has ambition, I'll give her that."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "She seeks what most fear to ask for. Her courage is commendable, though it will undoubtedly come at a cost."

Rebekah: smiling faintly "Sabrina's right to question. Signing away your freedom for power... it's a trap I wouldn't fall into either."

Kol: laughing "Freedom and power? That's a Mikaelson mindset if I've ever heard one. Sabrina's got spirit."

Finn: sternly "Ambition unchecked is dangerous. She should tread carefully, lest she lose everything chasing the impossible."

Freya: softly "Sabrina's asking the right questions. But Prudence is right—power and freedom rarely coexist."

Hayley: nodding "She wants both because she knows she deserves both. That's what makes her different—and dangerous to those in control."

Jackson: thoughtfully "The Dark Lord sounds like every other tyrant. Afraid of losing power to someone stronger."

Marcel: grinning "Sabrina's playing a bold game, questioning the status quo. That's how you make real change."

Davina: smiling slightly "She's brave. But Prudence is right—those in power don't like sharing it. Especially not with someone like Sabrina."

Tristan: smirking "A fascinating dilemma. Freedom and power... few have the audacity to demand both."

Aurora: grinning "Sabrina's ambition is refreshing. The Dark Lord's fear of her only proves her strength."

Lucien: chuckling "The girl's got guts. Challenging the very foundation of her world? That's how legends are made."

Cami: gently "Sabrina's standing up for herself, even when it's hard. That kind of resolve is rare."

Mikael: gruffly "Freedom and power together? A fool's dream. She'll either learn to compromise or fall."

Esther: calmly "Her ambition mirrors her lineage. But she must be cautious—too much ambition can burn brighter than she can control."

Dahlia: coldly amused "Freedom and power are incompatible. The sooner she accepts that, the better."

[Scene: Harvey's Porch – Night]

[The moonlight bathes the quiet street in a silvery glow as Sabrina and Harvey sit together on the porch stairs. The faint sound of crickets fills the air. Harvey leans slightly toward Sabrina, his expression soft and open.]

Harvey: gently "You've been quiet tonight. What's on your mind?"

Sabrina: hesitating, then sighing "Everything. My birthday, the eclipse, the transferring, the academy... it's like the universe is conspiring to pull me in a hundred different directions."

[Harvey reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on hers. Sabrina looks at him, her expression softening.]

Sabrina: smiling faintly "But you know what? Let's do it. My sweet sixteen on Halloween, during an eclipse that happens every 66 years. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Harvey: grinning, his eyes lighting up "You mean it? You're going to let Roz throw the party?"

Sabrina: nodding, her voice firm "Yeah. Against my family's wishes, but... it feels right. For once, I just want to celebrate like a normal teenager."

[Harvey chuckles softly, shaking his head.]

Harvey: lightly "You're anything but normal, Sabrina Spellman. And I wouldn't want you any other way."

[Sabrina laughs softly, her tension easing as she gazes at him.]

Harvey: his tone more serious, his eyes locking with hers "I'd give up flying, if I could ever do it, just to be here with you. I could never do it without you."

[Sabrina's smile grows wider, and her eyes glisten slightly in the moonlight. Without another word, she leans in and kisses him. The kiss is tender and filled with unspoken emotion. When they pull apart, Sabrina rests her head on Harvey's shoulder, and the couple sits quietly, staring at the glowing moon above.]

Klaus: smirking faintly "Young love, so pure, so fleeting. They'll either grow together... or fall apart spectacularly."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "It's refreshing to see Sabrina find solace in someone amidst the chaos. Harvey grounds her."

Rebekah: smiling softly "Oh, that's sweet. For once, someone in this world gets to enjoy a bit of happiness."

Kol: mocking "Flying? Please. Love's supposed to be exhilarating, not grounding. The boy's priorities are all wrong."

Finn: quietly "Sabrina deserves a moment of peace, but this kind of love often blinds people to reality."

Freya: smiling faintly "They're good for each other. Harvey gives her a piece of normalcy she desperately needs."

Hayley: nodding "It's nice to see her letting herself be a teenager for a change. She's carrying so much."

Jackson: smiling "The kid's got heart. He's good for her."

Marcel: grinning "Harvey's the type who'll fight for her when it counts. Sabrina's lucky to have him."

Davina: smiling softly "They're sweet together. It's nice to see her have someone who supports her."

Tristan: smirking "Young love is as volatile as it is beautiful. Let's see how long it lasts."

Aurora: grinning "It's adorable. But Sabrina's world will test them—harshly."

Lucien: chuckling "A tender moment before the storm, no doubt. But it's charming in its way."

Cami: gently "They're perfect together. It's rare to see such genuine connection."

Mikael: gruffly "Love weakens the mind. She'll regret leaning on him when the real trials begin."

Esther: calmly "It's touching. But love tied to mortal men is often fleeting for those with power like Sabrina's."

Dahlia: coldly amused "Young love—a distraction at best, a liability at worst. She'll learn soon enough."

Spellman House – Porch, Night

[The camera pans to the Spellman house porch, where Zelda stands outside, leaning against the railing. A cigarette burns between her fingers as she exhales a stream of smoke into the crisp night air. The tranquility is broken by the sound of a rasping voice calling out her name.]

Rasping Voice: shouting "ZELDA!"

[Zelda turns slowly, her expression calm, almost bored.]

Zelda: dryly "Took you long enough."

[The camera shifts to reveal Hilda, staggering toward the porch. Her face is pale, streaked with dried blood and dirt from her shallow grave. Her breathing is labored, her eyes blazing with anger.]

Hilda: rasping, pointing a trembling finger at Zelda "You wicked witch."

Zelda: smirking, taking another drag of her cigarette "Each slaying takes you longer to resurrect. Eventually, there will come a time when I bury you, and you'll stay buried."

Hilda: her voice shaking with fury "You can't keep killing me, Zelda!"

Zelda: exhaling smoke, her tone casual yet cutting "I'm your older sister. It's my Satan-given right to kill you as many times as I please... especially when you're behaving so stupidly, encouraging Sabrina to do anything other than join the Church of Night."

[She steps closer, her voice dropping to a lower, sharper tone.]

Zelda: "Edward entrusted her to our care. If Sabrina does not sign her name in the Book of the Beast, we will have... failed him—and the Dark Lord."

[Hilda trembles, her anger giving way to a pained expression as Zelda's words cut deep.]

Zelda: pointing a finger at Hilda "So I warn you, sister. Any doubts or regrets you feel... keep them to yourself. The simple truth is this: Sabrina has no choice in this matter. To pretend otherwise is useless and reckless. Have I made myself clear?"

[Hilda, her breathing shallow and tremulous, swallows her pride and nods.]

Hilda: quietly, her voice tinged with bitterness "Yes... sister."

[Zelda gives a curt nod and walks into the house, her heels clicking sharply on the wooden floor. Hilda remains on the porch, her fists clenching as her breathing steadies. The camera shifts slightly to reveal Sabrina standing nearby in the shadows, her face pale as she listens to the entire exchange, her eyes wide with shock and anger.]

Klaus: his expression darkening, guilt flickering in his eyes "Zelda and I... we share more than I care to admit. The control, the manipulation... I see myself in her, and I hate it."

Elijah: quietly, his tone reflective "Toxic leadership within families leaves scars. Sabrina's listening... this will affect her deeply."

Rebekah: glaring at the screen, her voice sharp "Zelda's no better than Klaus was to me. Always thinking she knows best, no matter the cost."

Kol: grimacing "Ugh, Zelda's control freak attitude is unbearable. Sabrina deserves better."

Finn: sternly "This kind of domination is poison. Zelda's 'care' is as much a curse as it is a duty."

Freya: softly, her voice tinged with sadness "Hilda doesn't deserve this. Neither does Sabrina. Zelda's loyalty is blinding her to what's right."

Hayley: angrily "Zelda's no better than the tyrants she serves. Family is supposed to protect you, not control you."

Jackson: frowning "That's not care—that's dictatorship. Hilda's too kind for her own good."

Marcel: grimly "Zelda's fear is running the show. Sabrina's going to rebel hard, and I don't blame her."

Davina: frowning "Hilda's trying to do what's right, but Zelda... she's just like every other power-hungry leader."

Tristan: smirking faintly "Control is essential for power. Zelda understands that. Though, perhaps, she's overplayed her hand."

Aurora: grinning "Sabrina's overheard. The cracks in Zelda's control are already forming."

Lucien: chuckling darkly "Zelda's tyranny mirrors every dysfunctional family dynamic. Sabrina's destined to shatter it."

Cami: sadly "This kind of dynamic only pushes people away. Sabrina's hurt, and it's Zelda's fault."

Mikael: gruffly "Zelda's wrong. Control without respect breeds rebellion. She'll regret underestimating Sabrina."

Esther: calmly "Zelda's intentions may be rooted in care, but her execution is flawed. Sabrina will see through it."

Dahlia: coldly "Sentimentality makes Hilda weak. Zelda's grasp of power, though harsh, ensures control. Sabrina must choose her path wisely."

[The screen fades to black, the tension of the previous scene lingering in the air. After a moment, the darkness is pierced by the voice of Qetsiyah, calm and deliberate, as the screen shifts to her in the reaction room.]

Qetsiyah: gesturing toward the screen, her tone informative "For those of you wondering about Hilda's miraculous ability to return after each untimely demise, allow me to explain."

[The screen transitions to an ancient tomb, dark and shrouded in mystery. Qetsiyah's voice continues as the visuals depict a moss-covered pit surrounded by eerie carvings and glowing faintly with supernatural energy.]

Qetsiyah:
"The Cain Pit. A sacred tomb that has been in the possession of the Spellman family for generations. Its power lies in the soil within, said to have been soaked in the blood of Abel, spilled by Cain. According to Hilda, it's the most fertile land in existence, capable of resurrecting dead witches."

[The screen shows the pit's dark soil, pulsating faintly as if alive, and a brief montage of Hilda emerging from it after her various deaths.]

Qetsiyah: continuing
"This ancient magic is ever effective, requiring no price, no exchange. A rare gift in the world of magic."

Klaus: smirking "So they have their own version of immortality. Clever and fascinating

Elijah: thoughtfully "The Cain Pit speaks of ancient power, but power tied to blood and betrayal is always dangerous."

Rebekah: grinning faintly "I wouldn't mind one of those pits for myself. Resurrection sounds... convenient."

Kol: laughing "So, bury someone, and they pop back up like daisies? Delightfully macabre."

Finn: sternly "This kind of power defies the natural order. It should not be taken lightly."

Freya: softly "It's fascinating, but it carries an unsettling history. The blood of Abel? That's dark magic."

Hayley: frowning "It sounds more like a curse than a gift. Hilda doesn't deserve to be used like this."

Jackson: nodding "It's powerful, sure, but it's not right. Death is supposed to mean something."

Marcel: grinning "A pit that brings you back? That's some next-level magic. No wonder the Spellmans are so confident."

Davina: intrigued "The soil of Cain's garden... That's some serious power. But how does it affect the balance of nature?"

Tristan: smirking "A fascinating tool for survival. But, like all powerful artifacts, it demands respect—or consequences will follow."

Aurora: grinning darkly "It's poetic. Life brought from betrayal. The Spellmans are as ruthless as they are resourceful."

Lucien: laughing softly "Ah, the Cain Pit. A family heirloom worth killing for—or dying for, in this case."

Cami: gently "It's powerful, but it's tied to so much pain. Hilda's kindness contrasts sharply with the dark magic that sustains her."

Mikael: gruffly "Resurrection? It weakens the meaning of sacrifice. Death must hold its weight, or chaos ensues."

Esther: calmly "Such power often corrupts those who wield it. But the Spellmans seem to navigate its darkness with care... for now."

Dahlia: coldly "A powerful tool, but it speaks to their dependency on external forces. True power lies in self-reliance."

[The screen fades completely to black as Qetsiyah's voice echoes one final time, signaling the end of the day's journey.]

Qetsiyah: softly "Until tomorrow..