Qetsiyah Talks slowly and look at everyone "Lets Continue shall we? she start to prepare the screen

Six-year-old Sabrina lay fast asleep in Hope's bed, her face calm and smiling. Two hands surrounded by a soft cyan light gently touched her head; they belonged to her parents, Hope and Edward, who watched over her in spirit form.

Edward: "Look at our beautiful girl...she's growing up so fast."

Hope: "Yes...she looks more like you than me."

Edward: "Oh, love, don't say that. She's got both of us in her."
He wrapped his arms around Hope, their foreheads resting against each other.

Hope: "You were...a wonderful experience."

Edward: "You were everything to me..."

They shared a loving kiss while their daughter slept peacefully, her small smile deepening as if feeling their presence even in her dreams.

The audience watched the tender moment unfold, captivated by the quiet beauty of the scene. Klaus couldn't help but smile gently in Hope's direction, a warmth in his eyes that rarely surfaced. Despite the bittersweet reality, he felt grateful that his daughter had found happiness and love, even if he hadn't always been able to provide it himself. This brief glimpse of contentment in Klaus softened the air in the room, bringing a flicker of comfort to those witnessing the family's past and future intertwine so delicately.

Sabrina is shown at the Spellman pet cemetery, finishing burying the bat she kept in the box. After smoothing the earth, she looks thoughtfully toward the woods before shifting her gaze to Ambrose, who sits perched on a headstone, casually sipping tea.

Ambrose: [With a smirk] "Penny dreadfuls for your thoughts, cousin?"

Sabrina: [Sighing as she wipes her hands] "Just... Some might say a bat crashing through your window is a bad omen. I also found a two-headed frog in my shoe yesterday."

Kol, with a grin: "Gotta say, Sabrina's got a knack for attracting the bizarre."

Rebekah: "Two-headed frogs, dead bats—seems the girl's destined for witchcraft from birth."

Freya, with a hint of concern: "Those are classic signs. Ominous ones, too. But Sabrina seems... resilient."

Klaus, crossing his arms, muttered, "Resilient or not, I don't like the idea of my granddaughter being surrounded by omens."

The rest of the family looked on, each feeling a mixture of pride, worry, and fascination for Sabrina's unusual journey.

Ambrose, setting his tea aside, stands up with a playful smirk, looking at Sabrina thoughtfully.: "Hold on a tick, you're not having doubts, are you, about your Dark Baptism?" He studies her with raised brows. "Back inside with Madam Jekyll and Hyde, you seemed excited."

Sabrina: [Sighs, looking down] "And I am, but I'm also a little—"

Ambrose: [Cuts her off with a grin] "It's alright to be a little nervous. Going into the woods, signing your name in the Dark Lord's Book—even I had butterflies."

They share a quiet smile, Sabrina appreciating Ambrose's support. His nonchalant attitude about the ritual calms her slightly, but a flicker of doubt still lingers in her eyes.

Davina commented with a small smile, "Ambrose knows how to lift the tension. They have a close bond."

Hayley, nodding, added, "Sabrina's lucky to have him. I can see a bit of Hope's spark in her—the courage, the curiosity."

Klaus, still visibly protective, muttered under his breath, "I'd rather she wasn't out in those dark woods at all."

Ambrose: "What have you told your mortal friends? That you're being transferred to some posh boarding school in Connecticut? Cousin, I hope you've told them something."

Sabrina just stands there in silence, trying to evade the question. She knows she should say that she's waiting for the right time, but instead, she starts walking back to the house.

Ambrose: [Chastising her gently] "But there will never be a right time. That's why you must rip off this particular Band-Aid."

Sabrina: "You wouldn't understand, Ambrose. You were born a full witch. You didn't have to say goodbye to half your life—your friends, your boyfriend. And due to my Mikaelson lineage, there's a chance I have untriggered vampire blood from my mom's family in my system."

Ambrose: "True, but afterward, when you're fully a witch, you'll stay younger longer. The vampire imperfection will disappear from your body permanently. You will cultivate your gifts at the Academy of Unseen Arts, where your father was the headmaster. You will belong, cousin, in every sense of the word."

Sabrina: "I KNOW... and all I want are those things, I do. But it's just... [sighs] It's dumb. You're only supposed to start missing things after you say goodbye to them, right?"

Off-screen, Klaus watched the exchange, his brow furrowed with concern. "I don't like this. She shouldn't have to choose

Kol chuckled lightly. "There's the Mikaelson side. Full of longing and impossible choices."

Freya, ever supportive, added, "She's grappling with her identity. It's part of what makes her strong."

Finn Turning to Qetsiyah "Who exactly is this 'Dark Lord' that Sabrina speaks of? And what is this 'dark baptism'? Why does she have to sign this book on her sixteenth birthday?"

Qetsiyah:"The 'Dark Lord' is what many call Lucifer, the fallen angel who rules over the dark witches in this reality. Upon turning sixteen, a witch like Sabrina must officially choose between the mortal world and the witch world. This process is called 'dark baptism' and symbolizes loyalty to the path of magic and her lineage. During this ritual, by signing the book, the witch commits to her dark side, gaining full access to her abilities. for their future in the magical community.

Elijah leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. "So, this covenant grants her power, but at what cost?"

Qetsiyah: "Eternal allegiance to the Dark Lord. She would gain immense abilities, but her life would no longer be entirely her own. Sabrina's dual lineage complicates this. Being part Mikaelson, she's bound by blood to her family, yet as a Spellman, she is expected to uphold the traditions of her coven."

Kol scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Lucifer. The devil? Oh, come on, that sounds absurd. There's no proof that Satan exists—absolute rubbish."

Qetsiyah smirked slightly, looking at Kol with amusement. "Perhaps to you, Kol, but remember, not all beings are bound by the same realms as vampires and witches. Lucifer exists in this world, as real as the powers we wield. Just because you haven't encountered him doesn't make him any less of a threat."

Ambrose gave a small, wry smile as he started toward the house, leaving Sabrina deep in thought. "I've been under house arrest with our aunties for the last 75 years, Sabrina. Forbidden from leaving these grounds... so yes, I am continuously missing everything."

The scene shifts to Sabrina walking through the dark forest, a small branch in her left hand and a bell in her right. She stopped and began to draw symbols in the soil, eyes focused and intent.

Sabrina: Dings the bell and starts to draw in the soil. "Spirits of the forest, I pronounce my intentions to thee... Come forth and seal me, and equal we will be." She dings again. "Not master and servant, but familiar to familiar, to share our knowledge, our spirit, and our traits..." Dings for the last time. "And now spirits, we will wait.

She scanned the trees, the air alive with whispers and the rustling of leaves. She adjusted her backpack when, without a sound, three feminine figures in dark robes appeared behind her, watching silently. The forest seemed to grow colder, and Sabrina turned slowly, feeling their presence.

Qetsiyah interrupted with a calm, instructive tone, providing more context for the scene: "These three young women—each distinct in their presence—are Prudence," she gestured toward the dark-skinned girl, "the redhead, Dorcas, and finally, Agatha, the one with braided hair." She paused, glancing around the room. "Together, they're known as 'The Weird Sisters,'

Prudence: "A summoning spell, Sabrina?"

Dorcas: "Calling forth a familiar?"

Agatha: "Then you are being baptized."

Sabrina: "Prudence, Dorcas, Agatha..."

Prudence: "Well, well, well... and are we to assume that means you'll be transferring to the Academy of Unseen Arts as well?" She begins to circle around Sabrina, along with Agatha and Dorcas.

Sabrina: "That's the plan..."

Prudence: "That's unfortunate. We don't want half-breeds at the academy... especially a Mikaelson bastard."

Sabrina: "And who, exactly, are you calling a half-breed?"

Prudence: "Isn't that what you are? Half-witch, half-mortal with dormant vampire blood? Stay with your own kind. You don't want what happened to your mother and father to happen to you." She smirks, a glint of malice in her eyes.

"The Mikaelson family watches with a mix of concern and anger, especially Klaus, who clenches his fists at Prudence's words about Sabrina's lineage.

Klaus: Under his breath "How dare they speak to her like that..."

Hayley: "They have no right to judge her. She's stronger than they realize."

Kol: Leaning forward, intrigued "I can't believe they would go so far. That's a bold move."

Finn: "They don't understand what she's capable of. She'll prove them wrong."

The scene intensifies as the non-Mikaelsons react to the confrontation between Sabrina and the three witches.

Vincent: Frowning at Prudence and her friends "Who do they think they are? Sabrina has every right to be there. They're just trying to intimidate her."

Cami: Nodding, her expression serious "Yeah, they're just jealous of what she is. They'll see she's stronger than they think."

Tristan: Crossing his arms, smirking "I must admit, this drama is quite entertaining. But Sabrina needs to show them that they can't push her around."

Aurora: Concerned, glancing at the others "This isn't just about pride; it's her future at stake. They'll use any excuse to keep her out of the Academy."

Lucien: Leaning forward, focused and smirking "She is firstborn spellman Mikaelson, Lil brina can take those 3 girls with ease."

Davina: Fierce determination in her voice "Go on sabrina"

Jackson: Nods in agreement "Exactly. She will take them down"

Coming back at the scene As Sabrina stands firm against the three witches, the family nods in silent support, their expressions revealing their determination to stand by her side no matter what challenges lie ahead.

Sabrina: What did you say ? [slight annoyed]

Dorcas: The accident that took their lives [start to circling around sabrina]

Agatha: [Circling too] It would be tragic if a similar one befall you

Sabrina: I'm not gonna be baited or bullied by you, not in the woods and not in the academy.

Prudence: Stubborn mutt. [Glances at Dorcas and Agatha]

The three girls start an inaudible incantation on Sabrina, synchronized perfectly in Latin.

Sabrina: What are you doing?... Trying to curse me? [Raises her eyebrow]

Before she could counter back, the Weird Sisters disappear into the air, leaving Sabrina alone while their laughter echoes.

Sabrina: [Puts her finger in her nose and notices it bleed] Succubitches...

She grabs her stuff and starts running, not before using her magic to make some trees fall, taking out her frustration.

Klaus: Frowning. "Those girls have no idea who they're messing with. Sabrina is more powerful than they think."

Hayley: Glaring "I wish i could jump at the screen and bite those whores."

Kol: Chuckles. "Looks like the Weird Sisters underestimated her. Classic mistake."

Finn: Sighs. "This isn't just about power; it's about her identity. They should understand th

Vincent: Nods in agreement with Klaus. "Sabrina's resilience is impressive, but she needs guidance."

Cami: Frowning. "This is dangerous. Those girls are toying with something they don't understand."

Tristan: Excitedly. "Did you see that? She just took those trees down like it was nothing! She's incredible."

Aurora: Sarcastically. "Ah, the drama of teenage witches. It's like reality TV with more spells.

Lucien : Smiling " I like the Succubitches insult, is my favorite now"

Jackson: Pensively. "She's tougher than she looks,."

Scene Change: Sabrina at the high school.

As Sabrina walks down the hall, she bypasses her friend Rosalind and heads straight to the girls' showers. As she soaps up, she mutters to herself, "If truly I am cursed today, let the water wash the hex away," repeating it like a mantra. After finishing, she wraps herself in a black bathrobe, only to notice Susie crying with her head buried in her locker.

Sabrina: [Approaching, concerned] "Susie?... Susie, what's going on? What happened?"

Susie: [Soft sobs] "They pulled up my shirt."

Sabrina: [Shocked] "What?... Who did?"

Scene shifts to Sabrina, now dressed, storming into the principal's office.

Sabrina: [Angry] "It was four of them. Four troglodyte football players. They pulled up her shirt, Principal Hawthorne, because they wanted to see if she had breasts—to see if she was really a boy or a girl."

Hawthorne: [Dismissive] "Well, uh, Miss Spellman, if you could give me their names, then I'll have them in for review."

Sabrina: "Susie wouldn't tell me, but I can guess. Or you can bring in all the football players for questioning."

Hawthorne: [Raising an eyebrow] "You're suggesting a witch hunt?"

Sabrina: [Firmly] "I don't care for that term. But Susie doesn't feel safe here, in your school. She's living in a constant state of fear."

Hawthorne: [Nonchalant] "Mmm... Well, if that is true, then you, as her friend, might... suggest that Miss Putnam finds another school."

Sabrina glares at Hawthorne, clearly irritated. As she leaves, she subtly conjures a gust of wind that sends the bookshelf in his office toppling over, causing him to jump.

Klaus: Frustrated "That principal is a coward. Someone should teach him a lesson on protecting his students."

Hayley: Disgusted "Susie deserves better than that. Sabrina is right to defend her friend."

Elijah: Calm but angry "The lack of responsibility from this man... appalling."

Freya: Determined "Sabrina's standing up for what's right. I admire her strength."

Kol: Grins "Throwing that bookshelf was a nice touch. Classic Sabrina."

Dahlia Visible disgusted "All males are the same, misogynistic brutes" glares at mikael with disdain, the viking glares back at her

Vincent: Nods approvingly. "That girl has backbone; she's fighting for something important."

Davina: Determined. "Sabrina's courage to stand up for Susie is exactly what's needed. No one should be treated like that."

Jackson: Frowns. "High school can be brutal, but that principal's lack of empathy? Pathetic."

Cami: Thoughtful. "She's so protective. Sabrina's willingness to risk getting in trouble shows she's strong and compassionate."

Tristan: Rolls his eyes "Well, maybe Sabrina's overreacting a bit..."

Aurora: Annoyed with Tristan "Overreacting? Really? It's her friend's dignity at stake, are you out of your bloody goddamn mind? ."

Lucien: Amused "I like that she knocked over that bookshelf. Girl's got fire

Scene shifts to Sabrina walking down the hall with Harvey, explaining what happened to Susie. Harvey frowns, visibly disgusted, knowing well how horrible and unpleasant some of the athletes can be. He agrees to help Sabrina investigate the names of the culprits. Just as they're about to continue, the "new" Wardwell strides toward them. Her appearance is transformed—she's more seductive and alluring, exuding the air of a femme fatale.

Wardwell: [With a smooth tone] "Not at all, little ones." [Approaches them gracefully] "Perhaps I can be of assistance, Sabrina."

Sabrina: [Confused, eyeing her with a raised brow] "Ms. Wardwell?"

Klaus: Eyes narrow "This Ms. Wardwell seems... different. Not a look most teachers would sport."

Hayley: Suspicious "She's definitely hiding something. Sabrina should be careful around her."

Elijah: Concerned "She's clearly projecting an influence. Sabrina should be wary of this woman."

Kol: Grinning "Finally, a teacher with a bit of style. I'm curious to see what her game is."

Freya: Thoughtful "That transformation... it's not just superficial. This woman's intentions might not be in Sabrina's best interests."

Tristan: Smirks "It's just a makeover. Perhaps she just wants to look more... interesting."

Aurora: Glares at Tristan "It's more than a makeover. Her entire demeanor changed."

Lucien: Intrigued "Ah, Ms. Wardwell's embracing her inner femme fatale. This should be interesting."

Kol and Lucien exchange knowing looks and can't help but comment about Wardwell.

Kol: [Grinning] "Well, well... that Ms. Wardwell—she's quite the sexy... let's say, 'femme fatale.'"

Lucien: [Smirking] "Oh, she's more than that, mate—a proper MILF."

This comment instantly sparks mixed reactions among the group.mostly disgust from the women, along with disbelief and discomfort from some of the men.

Freya: Disgusted "Really, Kol? Could you be any more inappropriate?"

Hayley: Rolling her eyes "Honestly, men..."

Cami: Scoffs "Unbelievable."

Jackson: Shakes his head "You guys need help."

Elijah: Looking exasperated "Perhaps some self-control would be advisable."

Vincent: Incredulous "Y'all have some weird taste in women."

Esther Wrinkling her nose "Honestly, you two are impossible. She's Sabrina's teacher, for goodness' sake."

Elijah: Raising an eyebrow, visibly unimpressed "Perhaps some self-restraint would be advisable."

Aurora: Rolling her eyes at Lucien "Honestly, I don't know who's worse, Kol or you."

Tristan: Clears his throat, visibly uncomfortable "Your observations... are unnecessary."

Kol and Lucien defend themselves, laughing off the comments.

Kol: Raising his hands defensively "Hey, hey! Those are just my intrusive thoughts speaking!"

Lucien: Nodding with a smirk "Yeah, we can't help what comes to mind, right?"

Finn chimes in, shaking his head with a grin Slightly amused "Intrusive thoughts? More like pervert thoughts, if you ask me."

The group shares a collective eye roll, but there's a hint of laughter in the air as they move on from the awkward moment.

Trsitan couldn't help but observe Mrs. Wardwell: Well if you look at it a certain way—- *Before he could finish the sentence, his sister Aurora threw a glass at his head.

Aurora: Don't even finish that sentence, you degenerate.

Tristan recoils, ducking just in time as the glass flies past him, shattering against the wall.

Tristan: Rubbing his head and holding up his hands defensively "Alright, alright! No need to get violent, sister. Just an observation."

Aurora glares at him, her voice cutting.

Aurora: Coldly "Observing isn't your strong suit, Tristan. Stick to things that won't get you a glass to the head."

Around them, some of the others stifle laughter, while a few exchange smirks at the sibling banter. Even Vincent can't help but mutter.

Vincent: [Shaking his head] "Honestly, y'all just don't know when to quit, do you

Scene shifts to Ms. Wardwell's office. She's standing near her desk, gazing at Sabrina with apparent sympathy as she speaks.

Wardwell: [Softly, a hint of sorrow in her tone] "My heart weeps for your friend... Such a difficult thing to be going through."

Sabrina: "Yeah, it's this, uh... this town, this school. There's a culture of—"

Wardwell: [Finishes with disdain] "Puritanical masculinity? And Principal Hawthorne is the worst offender. The most intolerant, the most buffoonish, the most misogynistic of them all." [A look of disgust] "When will the world learn? Women should be in charge of everything. Why, if Ms. Glover were principal, she wouldn't turn a blind eye to this."

Sabrina: [Frustrated] "I just wish Hawthorne would just—"

Wardwell: [Encouraging, with interest] "Just what?"

Sabrina: "Hawthorne is a bully... and I wish someone would teach him a lesson."

Wardwell: [Gently prodding] "Why not you?"

Sabrina: [Taken aback] "How would that help Susie?"

Wardwell: [Turns to the window and touches three porcelain dolls on the sill] "A fish rots from the head down. Hawthorne isn't an ally, and if he were to take a sabbatical, I suspect you and your friends would find ways to help Susie."

Sabrina: [Skeptical] "That's the problem. Hawthorne doesn't take sabbaticals, or even days off."

Wardwell: [Chuckling, as she holds a small spider delicately between her fingers] "He's terrified of spiders, you know."

Sabrina: [Eyes widening] "Really?"

Wardwell: [Smiles, amused] "Absolutely petrified."

Klaus: Smirking "If Ms. Wardwell truly wanted Hawthorne out of the way, she'd be rid of him herself. I respect her restraint."

Elijah: Thoughtful "Wardwell is subtly manipulative. She's aiming to push Sabrina into her own form of defiance."

Kol: Amused "A principal terrified of spiders? Sounds like he deserves whatever Sabrina's got in mind."

Freya: Concerned "Wardwell's manipulation is dangerous, especially with Sabrina so close to making a life-changing choice."

Vincent: Nods "Wardwell's planting dangerous ideas. Sabrina's got to think for herself."

Cami: Worried "Wardwell's encouraging Sabrina to confront Hawthorne, but there's an angle here that feels off."

Lucien: Chuckles "Hawthorne terrified of spiders? A suitable weakness for a man like him."

Davina: Concerned "I don't trust Wardwell at all. She's pushing Sabrina toward something—who knows where it'll lead."

Aurora: Amused "Quite clever of Wardwell. Sabrina's learning to confront her own obstacles."

Jackson: Thoughtful "She's playing on Sabrina's anger, but Sabrina should trust her instincts, not Wardwell's ideas."

Scene in the library shifts to Sabrina tearing a photo from an old yearbook, then she walks over to a lunch table, where Rosalind and Harvey are waiting.

Sabrina: [Determined] "The football players are just a symptom, but the real problem goes deeper, into the foundation of this school. So, we started a club—for young women to meet, support each other, talk through issues, and come up with solutions."

Roz: [Sitting down and pulling out her lunch] "You mean, like, a club to take down the white patriarchy?"

Harvey: [Looking confused] "Wait, what?"

Sabrina: [Nods] "Exactly. A space to mobilize, protest if we have to, to defend each other so that Susie never feels alone, none of us do."

Roz: "Won't Hawthorne try to block it? He wouldn't even let me start a Daughters of the Black Panthers club last year."

Sabrina: [Smiling slightly] "I may have a plan to get this approved without Hawthorne's interference. I just need to act fast, definitely before Friday."

Roz: [Grins knowingly] "Just in time for your birthday."

Sabrina: "Yes, but remember, we're not making a big deal out of it this year."

Roz: [Playfully protesting] "But it's a huge deal—your Sweet 16, on Halloween, with an eclipse! That kind of cosmic alignment demands a party... Harvey, back me up here!"

Harvey: [Shrugs] "I've tried, Roz, multiple times, but—"

Sabrina: "I have plans with my aunts, plans that have been in the works for years. It's a top-secret Spellman family tradition, so let's just focus on the club, okay? What should we call it?"

Roz: Thinking "Hmm... How about the She-Hawks?"

Klaus: Chuckles "Taking on an oppressive institution at sixteen? I rather like her resolve."

Rebekah: Smiling proudly "It's refreshing seeing a young woman stand up for her friends."

Freya: Nods approvingly "A club like that could make a real difference for them."

Elijah: Respectfully "Her desire to protect and support those around her speaks to her strength of character."

Cami: Encouraged "I love what Sabrina's doing. She's thinking bigger than herself, something we need more of."

Jackson: Nods "Starting this club sounds smart. At least she's giving Susie a chance to feel safe."

Davina: Inspired "Sabrina's got real guts. It's good to see her challenging a place like that."

In the Spellman household, Hilda gently answers the funeral home phone, her voice kind and considerate, until her expression shifts to shock and sympathy. She steps outside to find Zelda lounging on the porch, smoking, wearing dark sunglasses, and engrossed in her newspaper.

Zelda: "Yes, Hilda, what is it?"

Hilda: "A young man has just been stabbed... his poor mother and father are coming to see us, the poor, poor dears."

Zelda: [Smirks] "Oh, praise Satan. And do the parents want an open or closed casket?"

Hilda: [Flustered] "We didn't get that far, Zelda. Their son was just stabbed to death."

Zelda: [Shrugs with a wicked smile] "Well, even if we can't use his flesh, we'll still need blood for Sabrina's baptism, and human blood is always preferable. So really, the timing couldn't be more perfect." [Chuckles softly in a sinister delight] "So... hellishly convenient."

Hilda: [Softly, almost to herself] "It's... it's not funny."

Klaus: Eyes narrowing, half amused, half intrigued "Fitting that these Spellman witches make such use of death... not too far removed from what we know, wouldn't you agree, Elijah?"

Elijah: Thoughtful, with a hint of a grim smile "Efficient, I suppose, though it does raise questions about their moral compass."

Kol: Grins, delighted "Now this is family business I can get behind. Crafty witches, aren't they? Hilda's got a bit of spine to counteract her timidity. Quite like her, actually."

Rebekah: Shudders lightly "It's ghastly—using blood for rituals. There's something so morbid about them, like they revel in this dark atmosphere."

Freya: Frowns "Perhaps it's necessary for Sabrina, but even for us, there are lines. Their ease around death... it's unsettling."

Finn: Shakes his head, disapproving "Distasteful. They've no qualms exploiting tragedy for personal gain."

Dahlia: Chuckles at Finn's reaction "Oh, come now, Little Finn. If it helps Sabrina's ritual, what's a little blood? Their ingenuity is refreshing, more than I can say for some of you."

Mikael: Scoffs "Fools. Dabbling in petty rituals as if it grants them strength. All they do is paint themselves as weak, relying on dark ceremonies."

Esther: Softly, almost musing "Perhaps they're more alike than you're willing to see, Mikael. But the use of blood... it may yet bind Sabrina in ways unforeseen."

Vincent: Shaking his head "It's disturbing, even for witches. Not every ritual demands that kind of callousness."

Cami: Sighs "Poor family... and Zelda is just laughing. It's so heartless."

Lucien: Smirking "Not entirely opposed to Zelda's perspective—if there's a need, why let it go to waste?"

Aurora: Grinning mischievously "How marvelously morbid. They'd fit right in with us."

Tristan: Coldly observing,"Witches have their own customs. Though this... lacks decorum."

Davina: Shocked "How could they? They're supposed to help people, not... use them!"

Jackson: "Witches are a pain in the ass" he can feel the present witches glare at him,but they know is some kind true

In the management office, Hilda and Zelda sit with Mr. and Mrs. Kemper, the grieving parents of the deceased young man, Connor. As the couple recounts tender memories of their adopted son, their voices breaking, Hilda leans forward, her face soft and full of sympathy.

Hilda: [Gently] "I'm so, so sorry for your loss. Connor sounds like he was a wonderful young man, truly a gift."

Mrs. Kemper sniffles, dabbing at her tears as Mr. Kemper nods sadly. Zelda, meanwhile, maintains a somber expression, but her eyes lack the genuine empathy Hilda radiates. Internally, she feels detached—death is a routine part of her life, and she's grown numb to it over the years.

Mrs. Kemper: [Softly] "He was... our joy. We couldn't have children of our own, and when Connor came into our lives, it felt like a miracle."

Hilda's gaze drops, visibly affected, while Zelda nods with a respectful, subdued expression. Still, beneath the mask of compassion, Zelda remains unfazed. To her, Connor is one more among many who have passed through their funeral home—a brief moment in a world of constant endings.

Zelda: [Politely, with a hint of formality] "We'll make sure he's given a proper and dignified farewell. You have our word."

Hilda reaches over to gently pat Mrs. Kemper's hand, providing a comforting presence. Zelda, in contrast, maintains her distance, observing the parents with a kind of clinical detachment, already calculating the next steps without letting sentiment interfere.

Rebekah: Softly to herself, saddened "That poor couple, they loved him like he was their own. No one should lose their child."

Elijah: Nods solemnly "Indeed. The Spellmans' detached approach may be their norm, but there's something to be said for Hilda's compassion."

Klaus: Leans back with a smirk "Zelda's practical. I'd rather she be so than put on a show of grief she doesn't feel. Mourning's for the weak, after all."

Finn: Frowns, unimpressed "It's disrespectful. Zelda might be distant, but death isn't just routine. Hilda at least understands that."

Kol: Chuckles "Everyone's acting like it's a funeral for their long-lost. Zelda's got the right idea—keep it professional."

Freya: Thoughtful, slightly disapproving "Some detachment is necessary, but that doesn't mean one should be indifferent. They're hurting. Hilda, at least, respects that."

Dahlia: Scoffs "Look at you a lot, playing mourners for a stranger. Zelda's got it right—sympathy is wasted on the dead."

Mikael: Grumbles "Weak sentiments. Death is the end; that's all there is. Hilda's softness will be her undoing."

Esther: Quietly, to herself "Hilda's empathy... it is a weakness, perhaps, but also a strength. Zelda has her own way of facing it."

Vincent: Sighs] "Zelda might do well to remember that the dead aren't just bodies. Hilda's empathy is more fitting here."

Davina: Nods "Exactly. It's one thing to handle death, but Zelda's reaction feels... cold."

Cami: Frowns "People need closure and support, even in the business of death. Zelda's indifference feels harsh."

Aurora: Smiling darkly] "Hilda's wasting her time. Tears won't bring him back. Zelda's approach is refreshingly honest."

Lucien: With a chuckle "I suppose Zelda's just as indifferent as I'd expect. Death is merely business for her, and honestly? Practicality suits her."

Jackson: Uneasy "It's sad seeing someone so numb to it all. Hilda's doing the right thing—Zelda could stand to learn a thing or two from her sister."

In the high school courtyard, Sabrina, Harvey, and Roz continue their conversation near a large tree, unaware of the watchful eyes of a dark-feathered crow perched on a branch above them. The crow, Stolas, listens intently, its beady eyes fixed on Sabrina before taking flight, carrying news back to its master. In her office, Wardwell sits with a sly smile, her fingers tracing over a tiny doll's shirt. The room is dimly lit, casting eerie shadows that dance across the walls as she waits. Stolas, the crow, lands on her windowsill and caws, seeming to communicate something only Wardwell can understand.

Wardwell: [Looking at the crow, voice dripping with satisfaction] "Stolas, my familiar, my faithful factotum." [Her eyes gleam with dark delight] "Our Dark Lord is wise... He senses her attachment to the mortal world." [Her fingers trail over the doll's shirt again] "And he sent us to see that his will be done." [Chuckles softly, her expression growing darker] "And see to it, we shall

Klaus: [Smirking] "Ah, a loyal familiar keeping close watch. She certainly knows how to control her assets well."

Rebekah: [Frowning] "That poor girl has no idea she's under such scrutiny. This is manipulation at its finest."

Elijah: [Eyes narrowed] "Wardwell's loyalty to this 'Dark Lord' speaks volumes. Sabrina is walking a dangerous path indeed."

Finn: [Shakes his head] "A familiar spying on her... if only she knew how thoroughly her every move is watched."

Kol: [Amused] "Wardwell's quite committed. Can't fault her devotion to her Dark Lord. A dark fairy godmother, perhaps?"

Freya: [Uneasy] "A familiar bound to someone so manipulative... poor Sabrina's caught in something dark beyond her understanding."

Dahlia: [Snickering] "I like this Wardwell. A true puppet master, and with such a loyal creature to aid her—more than any mortal deserves."

Mikael: [Grumbling] "All this talk of familiars and dark lords. More pathetic witchcraft. Manipulation is all they have."

Esther: [Quietly to herself] "Wardwell seems a devoted follower, one who obeys with unwavering loyalty... as it should be."

Vincent: [Serious] "Dark familiars, manipulation... Sabrina's got herself a real enemy. Hope she's smart enough to spot the dangers."

Davina: [Shudders] "A familiar spying on her? That's creepy, even by witch standards."

Cami: [Concerned] "That poor girl has no idea what she's up against. I hope she's not as alone as she seems."

Aurora: [Intrigued] "Ooh, a dark benefactor pulling the strings. This Wardwell has potential for real mischief."

Lucien: [Chuckles] "Sabrina's in for a nasty surprise if she thinks she's still in control. Wardwell's already a step ahead."

Jackson: [Sympathetic] "She's just a kid; she's way too young to face all this dark plotting. This isn't gonna end well."

in the forest, Sabrina and Harvey walk hand-in-hand along a shaded path, the evening light casting a warm glow over them. Harvey, his face a mix of concern and curiosity, glances at Sabrina, gently trying to get her to share more about her birthday plans.

Harvey: [Sighs] "And you really can't tell us, tell me, anything about it?"

Sabrina: [Looks away, reluctant] "Only that it's important...for my aunts and for me."

Harvey: "What's so important that you're gonna miss your own birthday for it?"

Sabrina: [Pauses, choosing her words carefully] "It's not so much about my birthday. It's more about... what happens next."

Harvey: [Stops walking, looking at her intently] "Sounds... ominous."

Sabrina: [Grabs his shoulder reassuringly] "I'm... moving. I'm leaving Baxter High, going to a boarding school in Connecticut. My Aunt Rebekah recommended it for me." [She forces a smile, hiding the truth]

Harvey: [Blinks, surprised] "What? Seriously?"

Sabrina: "Yeah, she's dropping me off this Friday night."

Harvey: [Frowns] "What the hell are you talking about, Sabrina?"

Sabrina: [Swallows, trying to sound confident] "I'm talking about this amazing opportunity that I—I can't say no to."

Harvey: [Sarcastically] "So amazing you've never mentioned it? Not to me, Roz, or Susie?"

Sabrina: "I didn't want to freak you guys out."

Harvey: [Hurt] "So what? You were just going to leave? Without saying goodbye?"

Sabrina: [Softly] "No...of course not."

Harvey: [Nods slowly, unconvinced] "Well... what's the school called? The name?"

Sabrina: [Stammers] "It's... uh... it's on the tip of my brain."

Harvey: [Sighs, frustrated] "Really? 'Cause I gotta say, 'Brina, this is all feeling kind of shady... it's almost like... I dunno, like you're hiding something from me. Which, you don't ever have to, you know that, right? You can just tell me the truth, whatever it is, and it'll be fine.

Sabrina takes a deep breath, her mind racing as she contemplates the weight of her secrets. "Uff, there's a lot of shit," she mutters to herself in frustration, the thought swirling in her mind. Her gaze shifts towards the shadowed depths of the forest, a place that feels like the only escape from the weight of her double life. She glances at Harvey, knowing the burden of her truth may be too much to tell—but perhaps, just perhaps, if she showed him...

Sabrina: [Taking his hand, looking determined] "It might be easier if I showed you."

She leads Harvey deeper into the woods, her heart pounding as they step off the familiar path. Trees tower above them, casting long, ghostly shadows, and the world seems to grow still as Sabrina prepares herself for what's about to unfold.

Sabrina gazes up at the tree branches swaying gently in the wind, their soft rustling a familiar, calming sound she treasures. She takes a deep breath, preparing to let Harvey into a part of her world she's kept hidden.

Sabrina: [With a soft smile] "I love it here—the sound of the wind through the branches is my favorite sound in the whole world."

Harvey shifts, curiosity growing in his eyes. He glances around, absorbing the surroundings before turning back to her.

Harvey: "So... what are you going to show me out here, Sabrina?"

Sabrina: [Hesitates, then sighs] "This forest, Harvey... It's where I was born. Not in Greendale Hospital like everyone thinks. I was born right here, almost sixteen years ago."

He blinks, visibly taken aback, but she continues, her gaze fixed ahead.

Sabrina: [Inhales deeply] "And it's where I'll be... reborn this Friday night. On my 16th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, under the eclipse of a blood moon."

Harvey: [Furrows his brow, clearly puzzled] "I don't understand. Reborn... how?"

Sabrina: [Swallows] "It's a ceremony called the Dark Baptism. I know it sounds intense, but it's not as bad as it sounds. Think of it like... when we went to Shoshanna Feldman's Bat Mitzvah or Guadalupe Lopez's quinceañera. It's a rite of passage... I'll be leaving my girlhood behind."

Harvey: [Glances around the darkening woods] "In the woods? Is this some kind of... metaphor or something?"

Sabrina watches Harvey's skeptical expression, bracing herself for his reaction. She knows this moment was bound to come, and though she hoped he'd be more open, his disbelief doesn't surprise her.

Sabrina: "Do you remember at the beginning of the school year, what Miss Wardwell told us about ye olde Greendale? How there were witch trials here, like in Salem, but no one ever talked or wrote about them? There are no gravestones, no monuments?"

Harvey: [Nods, trying to recall] "Hazily... yeah."

Sabrina: "That's because the witches didn't want anyone to know. They wanted the coven to keep living in Greendale, privately and undisturbed through the centuries... so that we could."

Harvey: [Frowns, piecing it together] "Wait... we? What are you saying, Sabrina, that you're a—"

Sabrina: "Witch. By both parents' side. I'm saying witches are real, Harvey. My father was one—a warlock. And after this weekend, after my baptism, after I sign my name in the Dark Lord's book... I'll have to leave Baxter High and go to the Academy of Unseen Arts."

Harvey: [Rolls his eyes, sarcastic] "Oh sure, and Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez were the healthiest couple."

Sabrina: "I have to renounce any and all meaningful connections to mortals... There are so many delicious things about being a witch, Harvey. But the one really bad thing is saying goodbye to you, Susie, and Roz." [She hesitates, her thoughts flickering briefly to her family] "And... Well, I suppose I'll end up as antisocial as my Aunt Freya, clinging to Rebekah all the time. It's... it's kind of pathetic

Freya: [Sighs, slightly annoyed] "I am not antisocial! And being close to Rebekah is hardly codependent."

Dahlia: [Laughing softly] "Oh, Freya, even the young witch sees your dependency on Rebekah. The truth does sting, doesn't it?"

Harvey: [Looks at Sabrina, hurt, with a frown] "So that's it, huh? A 'witch'? You think I'd buy that? Or... are you just saying this to get rid of me because—" [Pauses, his voice lowering] "Because you didn't say 'I love you' back."

Sabrina: [Panicking, not wanting to leave him hurt or in doubt] "No, Harvey, it's not like that. I don't want to leave your life without an explanation; it's not your fault, and I don't want you feeling like it is." [Reaches out, grabbing his arms tightly as he turns to walk away] "Wait! Just... just listen to me."

Sabrina cups his face, her hands gentle but firm, as she tries to soothe his mind with an incantation.

Sabrina: [In a whisper, leaning close] "Forget what I said, Harvey. Forget my words, forget my voice, forget everything..." [Begins an incantation, eyes welling up]

"Benedic menti tuae, benedic cor tuum."

Then, sealing the spell, Sabrina presses a lingering kiss to his lips, her incantation amplifying their connection. After a moment, Harvey's confused expression softens, and he blinks, as though unsure of how they got here.

Sabrina: [With a forced smile] "Looks like we decided to take a different path through the woods."

Harvey: [Smiling back, hand slipping into hers] "Yeah... yeah, I guess we did." [Squeezes her hand, oblivious to the last ten minutes]

They continue walking hand in hand, while Sabrina's inner turmoil grows. She hates having to manipulate Harvey, but for her, it feels like a better option than losing him to the truth.

Rebekah: [Sighs, sympathetic] "She's protecting him. She knows what telling him the truth would do to him.

Freya: [Watches somberly] "It's a tough choice. We all understand the need to protect those we love, but lying has its cost."

Vincent: [Frowning] "She means well, but tampering with memories... that never ends well."

Cami: [Sad smile] "It's tough. She's young and scared, but she'll end up hurting herself the most."

Davina: [Shrugs] "She's trying to protect him. I get it; magic complicates things.

Aurora: [Softly, reminiscing] "She's just a girl trying to protect her first love. It's painful to watch."

Jackson: [Nods] "She's putting herself through a lot for him. She's loyal, I'll give her that."

Sabrina returns to the Spellman house where they had already placed the pumpkins and Halloween decorations, Ambrose was outside with his laptop and asks if Sabrina has already told her about having to leave town. The blonde denies, she said that she was a witch but then she deleted the last 10 minutes of harvey's mind, he can't find the right words and he doesn't want to lie to his boyfriend, he thinks it's impossible and he already wants the baptism thing to be over, Ambrose consoles his cousin and gives her support, he agrees to perform a spell on her at midnight to take care of the liver

In the kitchen

Sabrina: grumbling, pushing a plate away "Ugh, Aunt Hilda, the Weird Sisters are horrible! Everyone who goes to that academy is so snobby, ableist, and racist."

Hilda: frowning, setting down her cup of tea "Now, why on earth would they go cursing people for no reason?"

Sabrina: shrugging "It's fine. I managed to wash it off."

Hilda: raising an eyebrow, grabbing Sabrina's hand to inspect it "Well, we're going to make sure of that, no doubt about it."

Rebekah: scoffs "Snobby witches and their curses—sounds like they're just jealous. Sabrina's far too good for them."

Kol: smirking "If those Weird Sisters think they can intimidate our little Sabrina, they've got another thing coming."

Hayley: looking concerned "Ableist, racist... She shouldn't have to deal with that in school. That place sounds like a nightmare."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "Indeed, such behavior should have no place in any academy. No wonder Sabrina feels isolated."

Freya: smiling reassuringly "I'd expect nothing less from her than to handle it herself, but it's good Hilda is looking out for her."

Klaus: furrowing his brow "Those so-called witches better watch themselves. If they even think of harming my granddaughter again, I'll make sure they regret it."

Jackson: nodding in agreement "Those Weird Sisters better watch it. If she's anything like her mom, she'll have no trouble standing up to them."

Klaus: clenching his fists "She'd better. And if they lay another hand on her... I'll show them what it means to mess with a Mikaelson."

Freya: gently "Let's not jump to violence, Klaus. Sabrina seems to handle it just fine on her own."

Marcel: grinning "Yeah, but still, I'd pay to see Klaus in a showdown with those little bullies."

Cami: amused "And I'm sure Sabrina would be grateful for everyone's overprotective instincts."

Aurora: with a sly smile "Oh, I imagine they wouldn't last five minutes around any of you."

Lucien: chuckling "A school of witches, yet they sound like spoiled children. Lovely. Sabrina can handle herself, though."

Davina: thoughtfully "Maybe it's good she has someone like Aunt Hilda to watch out for her there."

Elijah: smiling slightly "Indeed. The strength of family support can make all the difference."

Klaus: firmly "Yes, and it's good to see she's getting that from her aunt, even if those so-called witches give her trouble. She'll come out stronger for it."

Zelda: They are jealous of you [Enters in the kitchen with a grimoire] You are the daughter of a High Priest who is like his wife, a firstborn with the power equivalent to 1000 witches, and who are they?. Nobodies [Scoff] those 3 together are rough but individually they flail , they cant even do a simple unlinking spell without a coven of 6 or more, meanwhile you can link persons to material objects, that's unique that not even your father could manage, you are a good girl sabrina

Sabrina;Thanks aunt Zee [ Smiles}

zelda:That's why you need a familiar, to protect you from all hexes and curses As me I have been clean from hex and bad omens for the last 300 years , Thanks to Vinegar Tom { crouch and caress the little dog head}

Kol: {grinning} "Look at that, a little canine familiar keeping Zelda curse-free for centuries. Not bad, I'd say."

Rebekah: {smiling softly} "She's clever—Vinegar Tom's probably saved her from countless hexes. Maybe Sabrina should consider a familiar like him."

Elijah: {thoughtful} "A familiar with such loyalty and experience would be invaluable. Clearly, Zelda knows the strength a familiar can provide."

Freya: {admiringly} "It's wonderful to see the bond they share. Familiars aren't just shields; they're trusted companions."

Klaus: {smirking} "If Sabrina chooses wisely, those academy witches won't stand a chance against her—and her familiar."

Hayley: {grinning} "Vinegar Tom has kept Zelda safe for centuries. It's comforting knowing Sabrina has guidance like this."

Jackson: {nodding} "If Sabrina's familiar is half as protective as Zelda's, she'll have nothing to worry about."

Davina: {smiling} "Vinegar Tom must be incredibly powerful. Familiars like that can enhance magic and provide protection Sabrina might really need."

Cami: {softly} "It's nice that Sabrina has Zelda to help her with these choices. A familiar like Vinegar Tom would be a great help."

Aurora: {chuckling} "Zelda's got a loyal little guardian. Let's hope Sabrina finds a familiar just as fierce."

Lucien: {smirking} "Interesting. Centuries without a single hex? That familiar's clearly doing its job."

Marcel: {with a grin} "Yeah, Sabrina could use that kind of loyalty at her side."

Esther: {thoughtful} "Zelda's teaching her something important: that power lies not only in strength but also in the allies you keep close."

Finn: nodding "A familiar is more than protection. It's a connection to her magic, they are personalas for any witch. Sabrina will be all the stronger for it."

Sabrina: {holding up the egg Hilda gave her, cracking it open onto a platter where the color shows red*}"I tried to summon one."

Hilda: {eyes widening, then chuckling} "Oh! Well, I was right—that's a blood curse! And it's lingering. If left untreated, it'll slowly eat away at your health, will, and sanity. So, a regimen of salt water baths and reversing candles for a couple of days should do the trick... I think. Alright, off you go!"

Sabrina sighs, starting to walk away. Zelda exchanges a glance with Hilda, who nods and approaches Sabrina. But Sabrina pauses, turning back to ask something.

Sabrina: {hesitantly} "Aunties? The Weird Sisters said something... about Mommy and Daddy... their accident. They were almost implying that it wasn't really an accident."

Zelda: {stammering slightly} "That's just nonsense, dear.. Edward and Hope were flying to Italy. Your father was set to give a lecture at the Vatican when... when their plane went down. Tragically." sighs deeply "Now, get upstairs and into a bath like your Aunt Hilda says."

Sabrina nods and heads upstairs, leaving her aunts alone in the kitchen, exchanging worried looks.

Klaus: {frowning, clenching his fists} "The audacity of those girls to plant doubts in Sabrina's mind. If there's any truth to this... someone will answer for it."

Elijah: {calm but deeply concerned}"It's unsettling. Sabrina deserves the truth, but if there's foul play behind her parents' deaths, we need to be prepared for what might follow."

Rebekah: {worriedly} "Poor Sabrina. She's dealing with curses and now doubts about her parents' deaths. Those girls are truly despicable for playing with her emotions like that."

Freya: {thoughtful} "There's a heaviness in her family's silence. If there's more to this story, her aunts know it. Secrets like these tend to come back with a vengeance."

Hayley: }frowning{ "I don't like this. Sabrina should know the truth about her parents. Keeping her in the dark could put her in even more danger."

Jackson: {nodding in agreement} "And if anyone tried to hide something as big as her parents' deaths, they'd better hope Sabrina doesn't come looking for answers."

Cami: {softly} "It's sad. Sabrina's dealing with so much already. She deserves to know what really happened."

Finn: {calmly} "If Sabrina digs into this, it could lead to secrets her aunts aren't ready to face. Sometimes the truth is more dangerous than lies."

Davina: {concerned} "But keeping the truth hidden could make things worse. Sabrina deserves to know what she's up against."

The scene unfolds in Sabrina's dimly lit bathroom, with the sound of water filling the tub and the glow of aromatic candles creating an eerie yet calming atmosphere. The camera blurs to avoid showing Sabrina's intimate moment, only revealing the back of her head. After a few moments, Sabrina drifts off to sleep.

The scene shifts, and Sabrina finds herself in a dark forest, standing next to the bathtub. She hears the faint cry of a baby in the distance. Suddenly, Edward appears, dressed in a black suit and a top hat, and beside him is Hope, wearing a blue trench coat, carrying a fussing baby. The two figures begin walking further into the forest, and Sabrina, now in a bathrobe, chases after them.

Sabrina: calling out, her voice echoing "Mom, Dad? ...WAIT! Are you coming to my baptism? I've taken your names—I hope that's all right!"

She stops as she watches her parents walk in different directions, leaving the babies on a bed in the middle of the forest. Confused, Sabrina approaches and lifts the blanket from the baby on the left, revealing human feet. She then looks to the baby on the right, uncovering black goat-like feet. Sabrina gasps and suddenly jolts awake in the bathroom tub, coughing and disoriented, realizing it was all a sinister dream. She checks the time: it's 11:54 p.m., with only six minutes left until her spell with Ambrose. She quickly changes and heads toward Ambrose's room.

Klaus: {his voice low, with an undercurrent of anger} "What kind of force would send her a vision like that? If someone's trying to manipulate her, they'll answer me."

Elijah: {quietly, brow furrowed in thought} "This is no ordinary dream. There's a deeper message here, one that could have a lasting impact on her."

Rebekah: {with a trace of sadness} "That's a cruel way for her to question her parents' death. She's already struggling—she shouldn't have to face this, too."

Freya: {eyes narrowed, deeply focused} "Visions that vivid don't appear without reason. They're meant to reveal... or to warn. And the timing is no coincidence."

Dahlia: {serious, tone soft but grave.} "Something or someone may be reaching out to her, but whether it's to help or harm her... that remains to be seen."

Hayley: {crossing her arms, looking grim} "Whatever this means, she shouldn't have to deal with it alone. She needs guidance—and the truth."

Jackson: {frowning, his voice a low murmur} "Dream or not, that was no random image. Something's pulling her into this for a reason."

Cami: {softly, with empathy} "She's grieving and now this... it's hard enough losing loved ones, let alone having these visions about them."

Aurora: {quietly, with an edge of unease} "This vision feels like it's pointing her towards something dark. If she follows it, she needs to be prepared."

Finn: {serious, voice calm but intense} "Whoever—or whatever—brought this vision into her mind is playing a dangerous game."

Davina: {softly, voice filled with concern} "Sabrina deserves to know what this means. If it's a warning, she has to take it seriously."

Marcel: {nodding, voice steady} "If there's a darker purpose behind her parents' deaths, she has a right to know. This could change everything for her."

Klaus: {voice hardened} "If there's even a trace of truth in what she saw... then those responsible will pay. I won't let her be haunted by lies."

Elijah: {quietly, with a heavy sigh} "The weight of family history can be a powerful thing, and Sabrina's vision is a reminder of that. Whatever darkness surrounds her, she'll need us behind her."

Kol: {serious, voice barely above a whisper} "This baptism of hers may be more than a simple ritual. Sabrina's about to face something bigger than she realizes."

Later to Ambrose's room, where Sabrina and Ambrose are setting up for the spell. Sabrina expresses that she doesn't want to kill Hawthorne, only scare him by exploiting his fear of spiders. Ambrose stands, smiling, and goes to retrieve some spiders—conveniently, Hilda's spiritual familiars, just as Zelda has Vinegar Tom.

Ambrose: returning with three containers filled with spiders, including tarantulas and black widows "Are you sure you don't want to kill him? Because we could do that."

Sabrina: chuckling "You and Uncle Kol share the same brain cell. But nope, I just need him to take a day or two off from school."

Ambrose: sighing dramatically "Fine. We'll settle for only mildly traumatizing him, then." He places Hawthorne's photo inside one of the containers, beginning the spell. "Spider, O spider, pray why do you spin, your pretty white web is so fine and so thin? To catch fat flies and make them into pies."

Sabrina: continuing the next part of the incantation "Spider, O spider, pray do you not see? Here comes a big, buzzing, blundering bee. He'll spoil your fine net, while you fume and fret, but no mercy you grant, and no mercy you'll get."

Klaus: nodding approvingly "Using his fears against him rather than outright harm... She's learned restraint. Admirable."

Elijah: quietly "A tactical approach, and a reminder that true power isn't in force but in control. She's proving she understands that."

Kol: slight smirk, "I see I've left an impression on her, then. But maybe next time, a little more fear wouldn't hurt."

Rebekah: softly "She's wise beyond her years. Handling it without cruelty—more than we could say for ourselves, sometimes."

Freya: thoughtful "This spell isn't just about Hawthorne's fear; it's a test of Sabrina's resolve and sense of justice. She's handling it well."

Esther: with a slight nod "Scaring him without harming him... smart. She's keeping her head in a tough situation."

Jackson: approvingly "She's got the right idea. She's not out to cause harm, just to get the message across."

Cami: admiringly "She's compassionate, even toward someone who's wronged her. That's rare."

Aurora: quietly "There's strength in her decision to avoid bloodshed. It's a different kind of power than we're used to."

Lucien: intrigued "Using a phobia—creative, calculated, and effective. She's strategic without being ruthless."

Finn: with a nod "A measured response. This restraint is a powerful thing, especially in magic."

Davina: softly "She's doing it her way, and that's a strength on its own. No need for cruelty to make her point."

Marcel: approvingly "She knows when to hold back, which makes her all the more dangerous to anyone who underestimates her."

Dahlia: quietly, almost to herself "Control over one's power, especially in moments like these, is a rare trait. Sabrina's proving her strength in more ways than one."

Mikael: quietly Impresed "She's as powerful as she is compassionate. If that man crosses her again, he'll wish it was just spiders he had to face."

in Hawthorne's darkened bedroom. Spiders begin creeping in through every possible entry: the window, the air ducts, even the sink. They crawl across the floor, up the walls, and finally onto the bed. Hawthorne, asleep, stirs as he feels the tiny legs skitter across his skin. Startled, he wakes, frantically trying to brush them off, but the spiders just keep coming. He stumbles to the floor, only to find himself surrounded, his screams muffled as tarantulas crawl out from his mouth, ears, and nostrils.

Cut to the Spellman house, where Sabrina, pleased with her handiwork, descends the stairs with a smile and heads to her bedroom.

Klaus: calmly, with a hint of satisfaction "Effective. Fear is a powerful tool, and she wielded it perfectly. He won't be forgetting that lesson anytime soon."

Elijah: quietly, nodding "Fear planted without violence. It's a warning, and one that Hawthorne will take to heart."

Kol:, tone low "A perfectly haunting scene, and she did it without a single drop of blood. Impressive."

Rebekah: grimly "She's clever. She didn't need to hurt him—just a reminder of her strength. And he'll respect it."

Freya: thoughtfully "The restraint in her magic... It's admirable. She's showing she can defend herself without crossing lines."

Hayley: softly "If he didn't respect her before, he will now. That was powerful, and just enough to keep her dignity intact."

Jackson: nodding "That was more than a scare—it's a warning. He'll know better than to mess with her again."

Cami: with quiet admiration "She's asserting herself. There's something to be said for that kind of quiet strength."

Aurora: laughin "A perfect punishment for him, and no harm done. The best kind of retribution."

Lucien: soberly "A nightmare brought to life. Smart, subtle, and unforgettable."

Finn: calmly "Magic as a tool for justice. That's a rare balance to strike, and she's done it flawlessly."

Davina: softly "She didn't need violence to make him afraid. That's something a lot of witches never learn."

Marcel: approvingly "He'll think twice before he wrongs her again. She's made her point, loud and clear."

Dahlia: with respect "Power tempered by control—this shows her true potential. She'll only grow stronger."

Tristan: quietly proud "She handled it exactly as she should. A warning without brutality, but a reminder of what she's capable of if provoked further

Qetsiyah pauses, looking around the room as she speaks, her voice calm yet laced with mystery.

Qetsiyah: "Finn, Elijah, Klaus—though the three of you are no longer living in Sabrina's time, each of you has a presence in her life, closer than you realize."

She turns her gaze directly to Finn, her expression both cryptic and meaningful. Finn's confusion is evident, and his siblings exchange puzzled glances, caught off guard by Qetsiyah's words.

Finn: [Furrowing his brow] "I don't understand. Of all people, why would I have a connection to her future? I'm barely involved in this world as it is."

Klaus: [Narrowing his eyes] "This sounds absurd. Sabrina doesn't even know us. What 'presence' could we possibly have in her life?"

Elijah: [Thoughtfully] "If there's a connection, Qetsiyah, then clarify it. How could Finn, of all of us, be part of her future?"

Qetsiyah: [Smiling slightly] "Some things must unfold on their own, Elijah. I will only say this—Finn, you are indeed closer to Sabrina than you can imagine. And though you lie dead in her time, your influence lingers."

The room grows tense with anticipation, everyone's eyes on Finn as he struggles to understand this revelation. His presence in the life of someone he's never met only deepens the air of intrigue surrounding Sabrina's future.

Kol: {serious, gaze fixed on Qetsiyah} "Now, that's interesting. Finn? Of all people? Just what is going on here?"

Rebekah: {frowning} "There must be something more to this... Finn tied to Sabrina's future? Why him, of all of us?"

Freya: {watching Finn closely} "There could be a magical connection—something deeper than just family ties. Finn, have you any idea what she might mean?"

Marcel: {thoughtful}l "A tie between Sabrina and Finn—it must mean something. If Finn's presence is near her, there's more to uncover."

Elijah: {gently to Finn} "Perhaps there's more to this than we understand. Whether it's magic or fate, it's still our duty to protect her."

Klaus: {darkly, with conviction} "Whatever it means, Finn, if your presence haunts her life in any way... it better serve her well. Sabrina deserves no less."

Finn: {looking at Qetsiyah, determined but unsettled} "If I am somehow part of her life... then I'll make sure it's to her benefit. She's family, and I won't allow any harm to come to her."

Sabrina enters her room, smiling and content, but shivers as she realizes she left the window open. She closes it, only to hear faint noises behind her. Glancing around, she notices shadows shifting on the tapestry across the room. Sensing a threat, she readies herself, murmuring "Incendia," and a small fireball ignites in her hand. She steps forward cautiously, only to stop short as a black cat emerges from behind the door.

Sabrina: softening, letting the fireball fade "Awww, hi there... such a pretty kitty. What's your name?"

The Cat: purring "Salem..."

Sabrina jumps in shock at the cat's sudden speech, yelping as she impulsively tosses Salem across the room. Salem lands against the closet with a disgruntled yowl, picking himself up and shaking off the impact.

Klaus: {serious but mildly amused} "A talking cat. Seems she's just found herself an unusual companion—one that could be useful."

Elijah: {smiling slightly} "A familiar with a voice. Clearly, there's more to Salem than meets the eye. He'll be important to her."

Kol: {smirking} "I like this cat already. Quick reflexes, too—he'll need them with Sabrina throwing him across the room."

Rebekah: {softly, hiding a smile} "She was startled, poor thing. But he seems resilient, this 'Salem.' He may be just the companion she needs."

Freya: {thoughtful} "A familiar with a mind of his own. If he's already talking, he'll likely be a source of guidance—and maybe mischief—for her."

Aurora: with interest "A familiar with wit and a voice. He'll serve her well if she can keep her temper around him."

Lucien: chuckling quietly "Interesting choice of familiar. And here I thought she'd go for something a bit less... talkative."

Finn: with a slight nod "A familiar this unusual will likely play a role in guiding her. She'll need that wisdom in the challenges to come."

Esther: calmly "If this is her familiar, it will be an invaluable bond. She'll learn from him in ways she may not yet realize."

Vincent: nodding with approval "A talking cat—a perfect protector for her. Let's hope he proves himself worthy of Sabrina's trust."

Salem groans as he picks himself up, shaking his head and rubbing his side.]

Salem: groaning "Nyaaaa, that really hurt..."

Sabrina: {staring, wide-eyed} "H-how are you talking? I thought familiars could only communicate telepathically with their masters."

Salem: {straightening up, with a hint of pride} "Well, I'm not a mere familiar. My name is Salem Saberhagen. I used to be a powerful warlock—until the Witch Council of my coven decided to punish me. I'm sentenced to 100 years in this feline form... for, ah, trying to conquer the world."

Aurora: intrigued "He tried to conquer the world? How fascinating. There's likely more to Salem than he's letting on."

Lucien: smirking "Punished for aiming high... fitting. Sabrina's got herself a familiar who knows the price of ambition firsthand."

Finn: calmly "If he's learned from his punishment, he could help Sabrina navigate the temptations and challenges of power."

Davina: thoughtfully "A warlock familiar could teach her a lot, and he'll understand her struggles better than most."

Marcel: nodding "She's got a real partner in him. Looks like Sabrina's journey just got a bit more interesting."

Elijah: quietly "A familiar like Salem isn't just a protector; he's a reminder of the consequences of ambition. That'll be important for Sabrina to understand."

Klaus: smirking slightly "A warlock-turned-cat as her protector and mentor? Fitting. Let's see if he's wise enough to keep her safe and ambitious enough to make things interesting."

Qetsiyah: "It's true, as the tale goes—Salem Saberhagen is indeed a 500-year-old witch, sentenced by the Witches' Council to spend 100 years as a cat, his punishment for attempting to conquer the world. And, as a matter of fact, Ambrose was one of his accomplices... they nearly blew up the Vatican together. That's why Ambrose is under house arrest and confined to the Spellman grounds."

Dahlia: {raising an eyebrow} "How many years has Salem been a cat?"

Qetsiyah: {smiling faintly} "Only two years."

Kol: {shaking his head, smirking} "Damn, 98 years left to go. That feline life really does suck."

Elijah: {thoughtful, with a small nod} "Ambition tempered by consequence... a story we know well. Salem's sentence will give Sabrina a guide with a unique understanding of restraint."

Rebekah: {softly} "Two years down and ninety-eight more to go... he'll need patience, that's for certain. I wonder what else Salem will teach her."

Freya: {with a trace of a smile} "A former warlock, still adjusting to his limitations—he'll be a steady reminder of the price of power. She's learning from those who've lived through their own choices."

Finn: {serious, glancing } "A century's worth of punishment for a single act of ambition. Salem's confinement should make him cautious—and maybe even wise

Aurora: {murmuring with interest} "A witch turned into a cat and a house-arrested accomplice. They're bound to have stories Sabrina can learn from."

Davina: [thoughtful}"He might guide her better than most. He knows firsthand what happens when magic is misused."

Marcel: {approvingly} "Salem and Ambrose both know the price of stepping too far. Sabrina has a lot to gain from their guidance."

Dahlia: {smirking} "A century in a cat's body for attempting to rule... fitting, if a bit tragic. If Salem still has ambition, he'll have to curb it well to stay by her side."

Vincent: {solemnly} "Salem's fate is a powerful example. Sabrina will have to weigh her choices carefully with a guide like him."

Klaus: {reflective} "A once-powerful warlock at her side, with time to contemplate the cost of ambition. If Salem's wise, he'll use those years to help Sabrina, rather than try to regain his own power."

Sabrina: "So, you're accepting my request to be my familiar?"

Salem: nodding "Exactly. And in return, you'll offer me a home here, and I'll share all the knowledge and spells I can still remember."

Sabrina: skeptical "How can I trust you?"

Salem: sighing dramatically "Oh, come on. Look at me—I'm a bloody black cat. I can't do anything beyond chasing mice, eating, and sleeping anywhere I please. I can't be more pathetic than that."

Sabrina: thinking it over, then nodding "Mmm, okay... welcome to the family, I guess. I'll make you a bed, and we'll introduce you to everyone as my familiar."

Salem: with a purr of satisfaction "Thank you, Spellman."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "She's showing maturity in choosing a familiar carefully. Salem will give her insight without the danger of unchecked power."

Kol: smirking "A former warlock turned cat, sharing forbidden knowledge? Sabrina's got herself a companion with history, to say the least."

Rebekah: smiling slightly "Salem's clearly a guide with personality. She's wise to approach him with caution, though. He might be more than he seems."

Freya: with a slight nod "His offer of knowledge is significant. She's gaining a familiar who can help her understand both power and consequence."

Qetsiyah pauses briefly, allowing the room to settle before she brings up an image of Salem when he was human.

Qetsiyah: "Anyway, this... was Salem in his human form."

The image appears, showing Salem as a striking man, with captivating eyes, tousled dark hair, a charming beard, and an air of charisma that leaves the entire room speechless.The reactions are immediate yet subdued, as everyone struggles to maintain composure.

Rebekah: murmuring, cheeks flushed "I... didn't expect him to look quite like that."

Freya: blushing slightly "He was... striking. I can see why he left an impression."

Kol: smirking but hiding a hint of jealousy "Of course he looked like that. Why not?"

Elijah: calmly, but with a raised eyebrow "It seems Salem's ambitions were matched by his... appearance."

Klaus: trying to maintain composure, but visibly surprised "Looks can indeed be deceiving. I wonder how much he relied on them to charm others to his cause."

Marcel: grinning "You know, if he looked like that, no wonder he got himself in trouble. Can't say I blame him for trying his luck."

Esther: eyes widening, voice soft "That's... impressive

Hayley: smiling slightly, clearly taken aback "He's... something else. I see why he got into trouble."

Cami: laughing softly to herself, amused but respectful "Well, that's quite a transformation—from world-conqueror to Sabrina's familiar."

Davina: quietly, with a hint of admiration "I can see why the witches punished him... he's powerful, even in presence alone."

Dahlia: smirking, clearly intrigued "A handsome devil. No wonder he tried to take on the world."

Aurora: whispering "His beauty is dangerous... like he's hiding much more than what's on the surface."

Lucien: slightly wary "Beauty and power together are often the most dangerous of combinations."

Qetsiyah: calmly, as she reveals yet another layer of the story "So, remember when I mentioned that Finn was connected to Sabrina? Well, to put it simply—he reincarnated in Salem's body after he first died. Finn's soul found a way, a loophole, and slipped into the body of the warlock. Over time, he forgot crucial fragments of his past life, eventually ending up in the form of a cat... the same cat now serving as Sabrina's familiar."Everyone was surprise deadly serious nobody believe the reincarnation is real, but finn manage to find a loophole on the dead and ended on a warlock body and later end in cat who is now on sabrina's team Finn the older men mikaelson sons sits silently, absorbing this revelation about his own journey. The weight of his past choices and his current existence as Salem sinks in, but before he can respond, Qetsiyah raises her hand, her expression deadly serious.

Qetsiyah: firmly, her voice quiet but commanding "Enough. This is not the time for doubts or questions. There will be a moment for that later. For now, understand that this is just the beginning."

With a wave of her hand, she mutes everyone, leaving the room in an eerie, tense silence. The truth settles heavily, each of them grappling with the knowledge that the boundaries between life and death, between past and present, are far more fragile than they ever imagined.]

SEE YOU IN PART 3 FOR ENDING THE FIRST EPISODE