[In the dim room, the Mikaelson siblings stand huddled in a quiet corner, their faces drawn with a mix of shock, disbelief, and curiosity. The silence in the air is thick, each of them struggling to find the words to articulate what they've just learned. Finn, the brother who had despised his vampiric existence, the one who had yearned for release from their immortal curse, had somehow managed the unimaginable: reincarnation.]

In one corner of the room, the Mikaelson siblings gather, isolated from the others. They exchange glances, their expressions a mixture of astonishment, confusion, and awe. With a sense of privacy despite the crowd, they begin communicating silently, using sign language, a dialect they had taught themselves over the centuries. Subtle gestures, quick eye movements, and slight nods allow them to discuss the gravity of Finn's reincarnation without breaking the silence.

Klaus: signs with intensity, his brow furrowed "This... How did we never see it? All those years, and he's been... here?"

Elijah: responds calmly, but his eyes show deep contemplation "I don't think even Finn fully knew. Qetsiyah said he forgot fragments. It's possible he had no idea who he once was."

Rebekah: gesturing, her face reflecting both sadness and anger "All he ever wanted was peace. Yet he's been bound again, cursed to wander in another form. It feels cruel."

Kol: makes a quick, sarcastic gesture, though his expression is uncharacteristically serious "Well, maybe that's just fate's twisted humor. Finn was always so high and mighty about purity. Now he's a cat, following Sabrina around like some pet. Irony, don't you think?"

Freya: watching them, signs with a somber expression "It's painful. But... he's close to Sabrina now. Maybe he was meant to help her, even if he didn't know it."

They continue in silence, communicating in their shared dialect, each grappling with the implications of Finn's reincarnation. Each sign and gesture conveys not only words but a shared history, a bond forged through centuries of struggle and survival. Although their communication is silent, it is profoundly expressive, filled with emotions that words could never fully capture.

Finally, after the silent discussion, Elijah motions to the others, suggesting they return to their places. With a collective nod, they each break off, returning to their respective spots around the room, carrying the heavy realization that the boundaries of life, death, and rebirth are more fragile and unpredictable than they ever dared to believe

Finn stands in a quiet corner, his gaze distant, filled with both resignation and an unusual glint of purpose. The journey from despising his vampire nature, to defying death itself, and then to unexpectedly finding himself reborn as Salem Saberhagen, a human warlock-turned-cat, weighs heavily on him. The absurdity of his situation—losing his powers and freedom, yet being granted a new existence—does not escape him. It's a bittersweet twist, but he clings to the thought that, even as a mere cat, he has a purpose. The universe has offered him a second chance, and perhaps, this time, he can be the guidance his family needs, especially his great-niece, Sabrina. The mistakes he made with his siblings haunt him, but maybe he can finally atone by helping Sabrina.In the dim light, Finn gestures subtly to his brothers, his hands and expressions carefully controlled. A complex series of hand movements, slight nods, and precise facial expressions allow him to convey his message. Though they're all still bound by Qetsiyah's spell of silence, Finn's brothers focus on him, reading every gesture

Finn: Gestures slowly, his expression serious, conveying regret but also determination "I know I failed all of you... in many ways. But this is my second chance, even if it comes in an unusual form."

Klaus: watches intently, his gaze softened, though he gives a nod of grudging respect. Through his own gestures, he acknowledges the irony, yet there's an understanding in his eyes that only siblings could share.

Elijah: responds with a subtle hand gesture, one of encouragement, a silent way of saying that they trust him to do right by Sabrina, to finally find a path to redemption.

Rebekah: with a small nod and a slight smile, she conveys acceptance. Though she once struggled to understand Finn, she now sees the gravity of his determination to help their family.

Kol: raises an eyebrow, giving a small shrug, but there's no sarcasm in his expression this time—only a quiet acknowledgment of Finn's resolve.

Together, without speaking, they communicate their support, a silent bond reaffirmed. Though Finn can't turn back time or change his past, he has their understanding, and that, in its own way, is a victory. For a moment, they stand united in the knowledge that, despite everything, they remain bound by family—a connection that transcends even death and reincarnation.

The room is filled with a mix of awe and frustration as everyone watches the Mikaelsons silently communicate through intricate sign language. Each movement of their hands and subtle shifts in expression convey unspoken words, as though they're engaging in a conversation as natural as if they were speaking aloud. Their mastery of this silent language leaves the others either impressed or bewildered. Lucien, Aurora, Tristan, Vincent, Esther, and Dahlia exchange a few knowing glances and discreet gestures of their own, indicating their ability to understand the language. They manage to communicate without a word, albeit in simpler terms than the Mikaelsons, but their familiarity with the silent art is clear. It's a silent acknowledgment of their own shared experiences and the necessity of non-verbal communication among supernatural beings who often find themselves in situations where words could be dangerous

Meanwhile, the others sit around with increasingly frustrated expressions. Davina, Camille, Jackson, Hayley, Mikael, and Marcel: look at each other helplessly, eyes darting between the silent conversations happening around them. With no idea what anyone is saying, they're left out of the loop, an unfamiliar feeling for some and an irritating one for others.

Davina: Scribbles furiously on a sheet of paper, her brows furrowed with annoyance. She presses down hard on the pencil as she writes in large, angry letters: "THIS SPELL IS STUPID." She holds it up, her expression fierce, making it abundantly clear to anyone who looks her way just how she feels.

Camille: Catches sight of Davina's note and nods in agreement, mouthing a silent "Yes" as she jots down a quick message of her own. Her paper reads: "When does this end?" She holds it up, exchanging a knowing look with Davina.

Jackson: glances at the others with exasperation, then scratches a quick note: "Can't we just break this spell?" He holds it up for anyone nearby to read, clearly unamused by the enforced silence.

Hayley: writes down, "This is ridiculous," underlining it twice. She exchanges a sympathetic look with Jackson, rolling her eyes as she shows him her note.

Mikael and Marcel: both attempt to scribble their own thoughts, though their messages are less direct. Mikael writes, "Waste of time," while Marcel scrawls a more sarcastic, "Having fun yet?" in bold letters

Dahlia observes the scene with a smirk that she can't quite hide, finding amusement in the confusion of those who struggle to keep up. Esther, however, remains quietly focused, her expression unreadable, yet there's a hint of pride as she watches her children communicate in such a unified manner.

The room is filled with the quiet scratching of pencils and the silent flickers of hand gestures, a bizarre yet oddly harmonious scene of silent chaos as two distinct groups try to make sense of their situation.

Rebekah, ever the spirited one, seizes the opportunity to perform an exaggerated mime routine, her gestures over-the-top and her face a canvas of dramatic expressions. She pantomimes a series of exaggerated emotions, moving as though she's caught in an invisible wind or pressing against an imaginary wall, her heels tapping rhythmically against the floor in the otherwise silent room.Her brothers watch, unimpressed, exchanging a few quick signs among themselves. Klaus, with a slight smirk, makes a gesture that translates roughly to "Ridiculous," while Elijah raises an eyebrow and signs, "Utterly pointless." Finn, still seated quietly in the corner, shakes his head with a faint sigh, though a tiny smile betrays his amusement.

Rebekah catches their messages and rolls her eyes before responding in kind. She holds up her middle finger, the gesture precise and exaggerated, and adds a cheeky flick of her tongue for emphasis, defiant as always.

Kol lets out a silent chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly as he signs, "Well played, sister." Despite the gravity of their gathering, Rebekah's irreverent display has cut through the tension, drawing a few begrudging smirks from her siblings. Even the others, who are clueless to the silent exchanges, can sense the shift in mood as Rebekah's act adds a moment of lightness to the otherwise solemn atmosphere.

Lucien and Aurora exchange amused glances, while Tristan merely rolls his eyes, trying to maintain his air of superiority. Davina, still scribbling angrily on her paper, pauses just long enough to mutter, "This is ridiculous..." before returning to her writing with renewed fervor.

Amidst the silent exchanges and scribbled notes, Rebekah's defiant humor lingers, a reminder of the enduring bond and shared mischief that even death and reincarnation haven't managed to erase from the Mikaelson siblings.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Rebekah dives into a full-fledged mime performance. She starts with the classics, drawing an imaginary staircase and pantomiming her descent down it, one exaggerated step at a time. Her movements are crisp, and the silent footsteps echo through the room as everyone watches, transfixed. Some raise their eyebrows, others exchange bewildered glances, but no one interrupts her.Not stopping there, Rebekah transitions seamlessly into the classic "trapped in an invisible box" routine, her palms pressing against unseen walls as she contorts her face in mock desperation, pretending to search for an exit. She presses her hand against one "wall," squints her eyes, then taps it, feigning confusion as though trying to understand the invisible barrier.

But the grand finale comes when she settles into a sitting position—seemingly on thin air, yet perfectly balanced. She begins to mime driving an imaginary car, her hands gripping an invisible wheel as she "speeds" around the room, her movements fluid and convincing. She leans left and right, making sharp turns, even honking an imaginary horn with all the flair and grace of someone who's well-practiced in theatrical mischief. Her siblings and the others can't help but stare, mesmerized, trying to understand how she's keeping herself balanced in mid-air.Klaus gives a slight shake of his head, a faint smile of disbelief tugging at his lips, while Kol signs, "She's insane," his expression both exasperated and amused. Elijah lifts his brow, the slightest chuckle escaping as he signs, "Utterly theatrical, as always." Finn simply watches, a mixture of affection and resignation in his gaze.The others are left in varying states of bemusement. Lucien and Aurora exchange bemused glances, while Tristan's look of confusion only deepens as he watches Rebekah "steer" her invisible car. Davina stares in astonishment, muttering, "What... is she even doing?" Meanwhile, Camille and Hayley exchange quiet giggles, utterly entertained by Rebekah's antics.Finally, brings her "car" to a stop, steps out with exaggerated caution, and gives a smug little bow, clearly pleased with herself. She stands upright and catches her siblings' gazes, sending them a defiant look as if daring them to criticize her performance.

Unable to resist, Kol signs, "You missed your calling in the circus, sister." Rebekah just smirks, flipping him off playfully, before tossing her hair back and strutting away, leaving everyone bemused yet undeniably entertained.

Rebekah, grinning with mischievous delight, decides to take her mime performance a step further. She climbs back into her "invisible car" and, with exaggerated determination, "revs" the imaginary engine, her hands gripping the invisible steering wheel tightly. Kol barely has time to register what's happening before Rebekah "drives" straight at him, her expression gleeful as she chases him around the room.

Kol frantically side steps, throwing his arms up to shield himself, but Rebekah's relentless. She "steers" into him, sending him stumbling as he flails in exaggerated silence, trying to evade her. Finally, with a dramatic flourish, she "hits" him, and Kol stumbles forward, landing face-down with a muffled groan, his fingers pressing to his back in mock agony.When finally manages to get back on his feet, everyone in the room notices the faint, dusty tire marks inexplicably appearing across his back and shoulders, as though an actual car had somehow left its mark. Kol stares at Rebekah in shock and disbelief, brushing himself off in silent fury, while Rebekah merely smirks, adjusting her invisible rearview mirror with satisfaction.

Klaus raises an eyebrow, both impressed and confused. He signs, "I'd ask how that was even possible, but... I know better than to question Rebekah." Elijah merely nods, the slightest look of amusement twitching at the corner of his mouth as he signs, "She's nothing if not thorough."Kol, clutching his back and mouthing silent curses, gives Rebekah a dark glare and signs, "You owe me a new spine, sister." Rebekah just shrugs, flicking an imaginary switch on her "dashboard" as if turning on the radio, ignoring his silent protests. Kol mutters to himself as he limps away, rubbing at the faint, phantom tire marks, while Rebekah watches him with a victorious smirk.

The rest of the room is stunned and bewildered. Lucien, Aurora, and Tristan exchange baffled glances, wondering just how Rebekah managed such a feat. Hayley bites her lip to suppress a laugh, and Davina stares, trying to figure out if Rebekah's mime skills really had that much power—or if Kol's just an exceptionally dramatic victim.Finally, Rebekah tosses her "keys" over her shoulder, struts past her still-grumbling brother, and winks, leaving everyone either entertained, bewildered, or, in Kol's case, mildly traumatized.

Determined to get his revenge, Kol stands up, brushing the imaginary tire marks from his clothes. His eyes narrow, and he glances around the room before spotting the spot where Rebekah "parked" her invisible car. With a mischievous gleam, he lunges toward it, aiming to "grab" it and perhaps exact some form of retribution.]

[However, his enthusiasm gets the better of him. Instead of clutching onto anything substantial, his hands pass through empty air, and he loses his balance, tumbling forward. In a split second, Kol crashes face-first onto the hard floor, landing with a muted thud. His body sprawls out as he groans silently, realizing he's been thoroughly duped by his own imagination.]

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The entire room erupts in silent laughter, their shoulders shaking and expressions barely containing the mirth they can't vocalize. Klaus doubles over, a wicked grin spread across his face as he clutches his stomach. Elijah raises an eyebrow, his normally composed demeanor cracking as he shakes his head at Kol's foolishness. Even Rebekah watches from the sidelines, one eyebrow arched, clearly pleased with how her antics have thrown Kol off his game.

Davina and Hayley exchange glances, both smirking as they watch Kol's less-than-graceful display. Lucien leans against the wall, chuckling silently, and Aurora places a hand over her mouth, eyes bright with amusement.Kol, still face-down, slowly lifts his head, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He catches sight of his family and friends all laughing at his expense, and his silent glare only fuels their amusement. With a sigh, he resigns himself to the fact that he has once again fallen victim to Rebekah's relentless pranks.Finally, he pushes himself up, dusting off his clothes and shooting Rebekah a look of pure sibling vengeance, silently mouthing, "This isn't over." But for now, he slinks back into the crowd, silently nursing his bruised pride as the laughter subsides.

Amidst the laughter and Kol's defeat, Rebekah decides to take her performance to the next level. She takes a few steps back, finds an empty spot in the room, and, with a practiced ease, lowers herself as if sitting on an invisible chair in mid-air. Everyone watches, stunned, as she crosses one leg over the other, looking as comfortable as if she were lounging on a plush seat.

To complete the act, Rebekah pulls an invisible "blanket" over her lap, adjusting it with delicate, almost theatrical care. She then lifts an imaginary soda can to her lips, taking a long, exaggerated "sip" with a contented sigh, as though enjoying a refreshing drink.]The room falls silent, and everyone stares, utterly bewildered. Klaus and Elijah exchange glances, trying to stifle their disbelief. Lucien shakes his head with a smirk, clearly impressed. Even Dahlia and Esther, usually unfazed by most antics, can't hide their surprise. Davina, arms crossed and initially unimpressed, raises an eyebrow, giving a slight nod of acknowledgment at Rebekah's commitment to her craft.

Kol, still nursing his bruised pride from his earlier blunder, watches her with a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration. Rebekah, sensing his gaze, gives him a sly, triumphant wink over her imaginary soda.For a moment, all the supernatural drama and tension fade as everyone finds themselves absorbed in Rebekah's absurd yet mesmerizing act, marveling at her skill in making the impossible look almost real.

Not yet satisfied with her performance, Rebekah smirks, glancing around the room before taking her act to a new level. She stretches her arms out in front of her, as if about to dive, and then "leaps" forward, landing smoothly into an invisible "pool" in mid-air.To the utter bewilderment of everyone present, Rebekah begins to "swim" through the air, her arms moving in graceful strokes as though she's gliding through water. She kicks her legs in a perfect rhythm, her face focused in faux determination as she "laps" her imaginary pool with ease. Each stroke is exaggerated, and she even takes a moment to "come up for air," wiping her brow in mock exhaustion before diving back into her invisible waters.

Klaus watches, torn between exasperation and amusement, while Elijah shakes his head slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Kol crosses his arms, still fuming from his earlier embarrassment but unable to keep from snickering at his sister's audacity. Hayley and Davina exchange wide-eyed looks, struggling to believe what they're seeing, while Lucien simply stares, bemused by Rebekah's dedication to her bizarre performance.Rebekah, completely unfazed by their reactions, reaches the "edge" of the pool and pantomimes climbing out, shaking "water" from her arms and smoothing her hair back, as if she's just finished an intense workout. She gives an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction, wrapping herself in her invisible "towel," and then leans against her "poolside" with a casual air, casting a smug look at her audience.

The room remains silent for a beat, and then a wave of silent laughter ripples through her siblings and the onlookers. Even the most serious among them can't hide their amusement at Rebekah's flawless commitment to her invisible "swimming pool." For a moment, they're united in disbelief and laughter, captivated by her utterly ridiculous yet surprisingly impressive performance.

Watching Kol's ongoing embarrassment, Finn—normally the most reserved and stoic of the Mikaelsons—decides to join in the fun with a rare display of sibling mischief. With a small smirk, he raises his hands and begins to mime exaggerated gestures, mimicking Kol's earlier attempt to jump onto Rebekah's "invisible car."Finn acts out Kol's desperate lunge, then slaps his hands together with a silent smack as if he's hit the floor, mimicking Kol's face-first landing. He adds a few exaggerated groans, clutching his own back in mock agony, perfectly capturing Kol's humiliation. His normally calm face is animated with feigned pain, making the silent reenactment all the more hilarious.

Kol glares at him, his face growing redder by the second as he realizes Finn is mocking his mishap. Klaus and Elijah exchange amused glances, and even Rebekah has to stifle a grin at Finn's uncharacteristic display of teasing. Hayley and Davina cover their mouths, trying not to laugh too openly, while Camille looks on with barely-contained mirth.Kol, struggling between laughter and indignation, gestures furiously back at Finn, signing, "I'll get you for this!" But Finn just shrugs, his smirk widening as he makes a final, exaggerated "crash landing" gesture, then gracefully dusts himself off, as if to say, "That's how it's done."

The room falls into silent laughter again, Kol's frustration only fueling everyone's amusement as Finn calmly crosses his arms, clearly pleased with his small act of revenge. For once, Finn has bested Kol at his own game, leaving Kol both humiliated and grudgingly impressed.Amid the lingering silent laughter, something even more shocking unfolds: Rebekah steps over to Finn, who, with a smirk, holds out his fist. Without hesitation, Rebekah bumps her fist against his, the two sharing a rare moment of camaraderie that leaves the room in stunned silence. It's as if time itself pauses, everyone processing the unexpected sight before them.

Klaus stares, his mouth slightly open, as if he's witnessing a complete breakdown of reality. Elijah raises a brow, his normally composed demeanor cracked by a look of sheer bewilderment. Kol, still nursing his bruised ego, looks from Finn to Rebekah with narrowed eyes, signing, "Did we stumble into an alternate universe, or is that really happening?".Freya, watching with her own look of astonishment, glances between her siblings as if trying to understand this sudden, out-of-character alliance. Hayley mutters to Davina, "I didn't think I'd ever see them on the same side. Have they gone mad?" Lucien, slightly amused, whispers to Aurora, "I think they may have altered the natural order of things."Even Esther and Mikael—both spectral observers caught off-guard by their children's unlikely alliance—exchange a shocked look, while Dahlia, usually sharp-tongued, is momentarily speechless, her expression unreadable.

Rebekah and Finn, however, seem perfectly unfazed by the ripple of astonishment around them. Rebekah smirks, glancing at Finn as if to say, "Just this once." Finn gives a slight nod, silently acknowledging their temporary truce. For this rare moment, they are united, leaving their family and friends grappling with the notion that, perhaps, anything really is possible—even a Mikaelson family alliance that defies every natural law they know.Finally, Kol breaks the silence by waving his hands frantically, as if trying to "reset" the universe back to normal. The others chuckle silently, the atmosphere lightening as everyone tries to wrap their minds around the strange sight, left wondering if they have, indeed, stumbled into an alternate reality where sibling rivalries can be set aside—at least temporarily.

Later, Qetsiyah cancels the silence spell to resume normal programming.

The screen displays the Spellman house bathed in the soft light of early morning. The date appears at the bottom of the screen: Wednesday, October 29. In the kitchen, Zelda watches Sabrina with a skeptical expression as Salem sits nearby, calmly eating from his plate.

Zelda: {frowning} "I don't understand you, niece. You'd rather have a feral familiar than one bred for service?"

Sabrina: {firmly} "Salem doesn't serve me, Aunt Zee. We're in a partnership. He'll protect me, and I'll protect him."

Salem: {pausing between bites, sounding slightly offended} "Exactly. I am far from being feral, thank you very much."

The Mikaelsons watch the scene unfold, the realization that Finn and Salem are the same person still sinking in. Their expressions shift from curiosity to slight bewilderment, unable to fully grasp this new reality.]

Klaus: whispering, eyes narrowed "So, our brother—the original, stubborn, self-righteous Finn—is now a talking cat and Sabrina's so-called familiar. It still feels... surreal."

Elijah: nodding slowly "Indeed. It's an adjustment, seeing him reduced to such a humble role. Yet, he seems... content."

Rebekah: muttering "It's Finn, but it's also not Finn. That arrogance of his is still there, though toned down. It's almost... endearing."

Kol: snickering "Endearing? Oh, don't flatter him, Bekah. It's still our brother trapped in a furball, nibbling at food like a pet. The irony is too delicious."

Freya: thoughtfully "Perhaps he's been given this second chance to learn humility, to protect someone, rather than just reject everything as he did before."

Hayley: nodding slowly "It's strange, but I can see why Sabrina trusts him. Even as a cat, he seems loyal to her."

As the realization settles in, Finn shifts uncomfortably, his feline tail twitching as he observes the Mikaelsons' reactions. Though he'd never admit it, their remarks strike a nerve. The humiliation of ending up as a mere housecat—a familiar, at that—is undeniable, a far cry from his former existence as a powerful Original. But there's also an ironic sense of fittingness in his new form; after all, Finn has always preferred the independent, aloof nature of cats over the loyalty of dogs.]

Finn: grumbling to himself, tail flicking in frustration "Trust my luck... centuries of torment only to end up as a creature fit for Sabrina's 'partnership.' It's... humbling, to say the least."He glances at the others, noticing the faint amusement in their eyes, and his pride bristles. But, after a moment, he sighs, as though accepting his lot.

Finn: thinking, resigned but with a hint of dry humor "Perhaps it's fitting. Cats are independent, wise, and... superior, after all. Far better than being reduced to some obedient dog."

As he ponders this, he catches sight of Rebekah's smirk and Kol's mocking grin, and he can't help but roll his eyes, silently wishing he could verbalize a retort. But a subtle hint of contentment softens his expression as he watches Sabrina, knowing that at least he's found purpose—even if it's not the one he ever expected. Finally, he looks back at his siblings, the faintest glimmer of defiance in his green eyes, as if to say, "Laugh all you want, but I'm here, and I'm useful." He flicks his tail dismissively, settling into his role with as much dignity as a feline Finn Mikaelson can muster.

In the cozy kitchen of the Spellman house, Hilda hands Sabrina a green beverage with a warm smile.

Hilda: cheerfully "Drink up, darling. I put a bit of cinnamon in it this time."

[Sabrina takes a tentative sip, glancing over at Salem, who is lounging nearby with an air of feline indifference.]

Zelda: eyeing Salem skeptically "And why did you name him Salem, of all things?"

Salem: with a dismissive wave of his paw "My parents weren't the most creative with names. At least mine isn't Patagonia, like my sister's."

Sabrina: chuckling "Exactly. He chose the name Salem himself."

Hilda: nodding approvingly "Well, at least you've got your familiar now, and you're taking these purifying drinks... yes, you're nearly ready for your baptism."

Sabrina: hesitating, looking a bit distracted "About that... I'm sort of in the middle of getting this club started at school."

Zelda: arching a brow "A club? What kind of club?"

Salem: sighing, amused "Women protecting women—sort of like a coven. And if you're wondering how I know this, Spellman, you're quite the sleep-talker."

Klaus: smirking "A talking cat with wit and a sense of duty to Sabrina. Finn's doing well as her familiar, it seems."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "A women's club dedicated to protection—a powerful idea, and one Sabrina could benefit from as much as she'll give."

Rebekah: smiling approvingly "Women looking out for one another? Now, that's something I can get behind. A modern coven, in a way."

Kol: rolling his eyes, amused "And here I thought she'd just be content with the usual teenage chaos. But it's fitting, with our brother-turned-feline involved."

Freya: softly, admiring "She's gathering strength in numbers. It's a wise approach. Salem's influence might be exactly what she need

Sabrina: nervously "Anyway, I was wondering if we could maybe, possibly... postpone my baptism a little bit?"

Hilda: softly, with a touch of concern "Oh, dear..."

Zelda: peeling a boiled egg, only for it to crush in her hand as the words sink in "Postpone it? Sabrina, you can't just postpone your sixteenth birthday, especially not when it falls on the eclipsing of a blood moon. This alignment occurs once every sixty-six years!"

Klaus: with a smirk "Delaying a ritual set to align with a blood moon... Sabrina has more courage than sense, it seems."

Elijah: thoughtfully "A blood moon eclipse is no trivial matter. If she delays, there could be unforeseen consequences."

Rebekah: sympathetic "Poor girl. It's her life, yet she's bound to traditions that weigh so heavily on her."

Kol: with a grin "I like her nerve. Not many would dare question a ritual like this, especially with her formidable aunts hovering over her."

Freya: frowning slightly "It's a difficult situation. She may not be ready, but the timing is... essential. There's powerful magic in that alignment."

Finn: watching with a mix of pride and exasperation, his tail flicking "Ah, she has spirit. But defying the timing of such a ritual isn't to be taken lightly. Though I can't fault her desire for independence."

Hayley: nodding "Sabrina's just trying to make her own choices. She's young, and this is her life—it's only natural she'd want control over it."

Jackson: supportive "Blood moon or not, she deserves a say. It's a lot of pressure to deal with on her birthday."

Cami: quietly "She's brave for speaking up. I just hope she understands what delaying could mean."

Davina: thoughtfully "Aligning with a blood moon could amplify her power... but if she's not ready, she might be right to hesitate."

Aurora: with intrigue "Challenging tradition, even in the face of cosmic timing? Sabrina has far more strength than she realizes."

Lucien: smiling "Defying fate and tradition? She's more daring than most witches I know

Hilda interrupts asking if the club is that important, Sabrina explains that it's not just that, she also mentions that she and Harvey mention that they took things to another level, Zelda asks worriedly if she hasn't been desecrated by him, since the law of the witches prohibited novices from being anything less than virgins

Sabrina: Ok let's clarify something, I don't use drugs and I don't have any sexual activity {annoyed}

Rebekah: smiling slightly "I understand her frustration. She's dealing with pressures that are... intense, even for a young witch. No wonder she's feeling caged."

Kol: chuckling "Poor girl—having her love life questioned like this. A bit invasive, isn't it? Though I do enjoy seeing Zelda flustered."

Freya: nodding thoughtfully "The expectations placed on her are stifling. She's young, but Sabrina has the right to define her own path."

Finn: flicking his tail, mildly amused yet empathetic "She's wise to stand her ground. Tradition can be a heavy burden, especially one that dictates every detail of one's life."

Hayley: smiling in understanding "She's young, figuring herself out. Her aunts' concern is understandable, but she needs to do this on her own terms."

Jackson: agreeing "It's her life, not some ritual to be mapped out. She's just trying to live it the best she can."

Cami: softly "Sabrina's bravery is clear—standing up to her family, voicing her choices. She's handling this pressure well."

Davina: with quiet admiration "She's not wrong to question the rules. Sabrina should be able to have a life outside of her witch duties."

Aurora: smiling faintly "A strong sense of self, and in one so young... She's learning early what it means to take control."

Lucien: grinning "This girl's got spirit. Respecting tradition while knowing her boundaries—she's more formidable than they realize."

Sabrina: defiantly "Not that it's anyone's business, but no."

Hilda and Zelda: both sighing in relief, in perfect unison "Praise Satan."

Sabrina: folding her arms, her voice challenging "However, now that you bring it up, I have reservations about 'saving myself' for the Dark Lord. Why does he get to decide what I do with my body?"

Salem: snorting, with a dry tone "Misogynist much?"

Zelda: sternly "Because it's witch law, a sacred covenant—"

Sabrina: interrupting, with increasing frustration "And why? If you don't have a real answer, maybe I should talk to someone who can help me understand. I deserve to make an educated choice."

Zelda: voice rising, standing up from her chair "Choice? It's our sacred duty and honor to serve the Dark Lord! The extraordinary, delicious gifts he bestows upon us in return for signing his book. Would you deny him that?"

Sabrina: steadily, with a flash of defiance "Yes, if that's my decision, Aunt Zelda. I'm a Mikaelson too, and I have every right to decide."

Zelda: glaring, her tone sharp "We all signed the Book of the Beast—and proudly, I might add. This reluctance is your mother's influence."

Hilda: angry, interjecting "Zelda! Enough."

Zelda: gesturing to Hilda, voice tight with frustration "This is also the fault of the Mikaelsons. We should have homeschooled her, as is our custom."

Hilda: turning to Sabrina, her voice gentler "Sabrina, do you not want to join the Church of Night as a full member?"

Sabrina: {Sighing, voice heavy with uncertainty} "I think I do... but I don't understand why I have to give up everything human about me to do it."

Zelda: coldly "Witch law. The Path of Night or the Path of Light. You cannot choose both."

Sabrina: raising her chin defiantly "And yet, my father—a warlock—married my mother, a Tribrid."

Zelda: with disdain "Yes, and it very nearly got Edward excommunicated."

Sabrina: slamming her hands down on the table, her frustration spilling over "Oh, that would've been the least of their problems! He was powerful enough to wipe them all out with a wave of his hand. So why would I want to join an organization that would turn on anyone I care about?"

Sabrina's voice shakes as her temper boils over. Her magic leaks out, sending tremors through the house. Pots rattle, chairs topple, and the walls quake as her power intensifies. Finally, she grabs her chair and hurls it against the wall, where it splinters into pieces. With a stormy glare, she turns and storms out of the kitchen.

Salem: watching her leave, sighing with resignation "I'll try to talk to her..." He pads after her, his small paws echoing in the tense silence left behind.

Klaus: his expression proud but serious "Ah, she has the Mikaelson fire in her veins. Challenging her destiny, defying her family's expectations... familiar ground, indeed."

Elijah: calmly "Sabrina's facing her own rite of passage. But her path is fraught with more complexity than most. Tradition can be a powerful prison."

Rebekah: softly, her gaze sympathetic "She's standing up for herself... but her power is spilling over. She'll need guidance to keep control."

Kol: smirking "Sabrina's learning quickly what it means to be a Mikaelson. Bound by family yet defying it at every turn."

Freya: with quiet understanding "It's not easy, balancing power with independence. She'll have to navigate this carefully."

Finn: observing with a mix of pride and melancholy "She's right to question them. Even as a cat, I know the pain of losing control over your own fate."

Hayley: nodding "Sabrina's dealing with so much... and it's no wonder she's frustrated. She deserves to shape her own future."

Jackson: in agreement "She's like a wolf learning to lead her own pack—strength tempered by a fierce heart."

Davina: murmuring "Magic should empower, not cage her. She's right to ask these questions."

Dahlia: admiring Sabrina's defiance "She's more powerful than they realize, and her strength is only beginning to show."

Lucien: grinning "Defiance runs deep in her blood. A true Mikaelson spirit... even if she's trying to find her own way."

Cami: with gentle concern "She's carrying a heavy weight, trying to honor her heritage and her own choices. It's not easy, but she'll come out stronger."

Sabrina sits on the porch, visibly upset. Salem is curled up on her lap, purring softly as she gently strokes his fur, finding a measure of comfort in his presence. They speak quietly, reflecting on the intensity of her recent argument and how she feels pressured to make an impossible choice.

Ambrose: stepping onto the porch, looking thoughtful "In that case, cousin, you need to get your hands on a Malum Malus."

Sabrina: glancing up, curious "And that's a...?"

Ambrose: smiling, about to explain "It depends on who translates it. If it's a man—"

Salem: cutting in, nonchalant "It's the apple of evil. But if it's a woman, it's the fruit of knowledge. And if you take a bite, it will whisper secrets to you, grant knowledge, and sometimes even show a glimpse of the future. It may help you decide."

Ambrose's eye twitches at being interrupted but holds his silence, knowing Salem is right.

Sabrina: thoughtful "Where can I find one?"

Ambrose: resigned, but with a hint of amusement "Go to an orchard—find the oldest tree there. It'll have one. The older the tree, the more it's seen and the more it knows. Its reading of the future will be more accurate... but make sure there are no worms in it."

Sabrina: smiling slightly, feeling a new surge of determination "Groovy." She grabs her backpack, ready to head out in search of the apple.

Salem: realizing she's about to leave without him, jumps up, calling after her "Wait for me!" He dashes to keep up, his little paws tapping against the porch as he chases after her.

The Mikaelsons observe the scene with a sense of intrigue, recognizing Sabrina's determination to uncover her own truth, even as her family urges her down a fixed path.

Klaus: smiling with pride "She's taking matters into her own hands. True Mikaelson spirit—seeking answers for herself."

Elijah: nodding approvingly "An admirable decision. Knowledge is power, and Sabrina is wise to arm herself with it."

Rebekah: softly "She's more resourceful than they realize, finding her way through intuition. I only hope she finds the truth she's looking for."

Kol: grinning "Ah, the apple of evil... or the fruit of knowledge. Either way, she's taking the risk. Good on her."

Freya: thoughtfully "A path like this is unpredictable. But if she's ready to face the truth, the Malum Malus may be her best chance to gain clarity."

Finn: quietly, watching with respect "She's willing to look beyond the answers given to her, seeking knowledge for herself. I can't fault her for that."

Hayley: smiling "Sabrina's making her own choices—she's not just letting others decide her fate. That takes real courage."

Jackson: nodding "Right—she's acting out of her own instincts, not pressure. That's what makes her strong."

Cami: admiringly "She's making a bold move, looking for the truth herself. She deserves answers, on her terms."

Davina: thoughtful "It's the only way she'll find peace with her choices—to know, truly, what she's stepping into."

Aurora: smiling "The future she seeks may be elusive, but she's bold enough to pursue it. I respect that."

Lucien: grinning "A quest for forbidden knowledge... now that's what I'd call a true rite of passage."

At Baxter High, Sabrina and Rosalind make their way to the office of Miss Meeks, the school secretary. Sabrina steps forward with a polite but determined smile.]

Sabrina: calmly "Miss Meeks, I wanted to check if we could hold our club meeting. I noticed Mr. Hawthorne didn't come in today due to, um... 'shock.'"

Miss Meeks: nodding, looking through some paperwork "Yes, Vice Principal Glover gave the approval. You're free to hold your club."

Roz: raising an eyebrow, amused "So, what exactly happened to Mr. Hawthorne? Did you prick him with a needle and a voodoo doll or something?"

Sabrina stifles a grin, giving Roz a knowing look but staying silent on the specifics. The two girls exchange a quick glance of victory before they burst into excited laughter. Together, they dash down the hall, on their way to find Susie and share the good news. Sabrina's bag bounces with every step, jostling Salem, who is tucked inside and enduring every bump and shake.

Salem: muffled from inside the bag, groaning "Oh, Satan preserve me... this is no way for a warlock to travel."

As Sabrina and Roz run down the hall, Kol chuckles at Salem's plight, imagining his brother's discomfort.]

Klaus: smirking "Seems Finn's new form comes with its fair share of indignities. A dignified warlock turned... bookbag cargo."

Elijah: calmly, with a hint of amusement "Sabrina and her friends are taking their victory with grace. The club will be a source of strength for her, I believe."

Rebekah: smiling "She's found her own coven of sorts, even if it's just a high school club. It's a good step toward independence."

Kol: snickering "Ah, poor Finn. Reduced to a bumpy ride in a teenager's bag. The price of reincarnation, I suppose."

Freya: thoughtful "Her friends are an anchor. That connection is essential, especially given the challenges she faces outside of school."

Finn: glaring silently at Kol, though resigned "Yes, laugh all you want. This may not be the life I expected, but it serves a purpose."

Hayley: grinning "Friends who stick together—she'll be stronger with them by her side. It's nice to see."

Jackson: nodding "A club of her own, a place to belong—that's something worth celebrating."

Davina: thoughtfully "Sabrina's creating her own world, one where she doesn't have to choose between sides. Her friends will keep her grounded."

Susie: smiling, a bit shyly "You guys... you aren't doing all this just for me, are you?"

Sabrina: grinning "For all of us, Susie. 53% of Baxter High is female."

Roz: nodding enthusiastically "This school needed a club like this. It's long overdue, girl. But yeah—if anyone messes with you again, you'll have a recognized, legitimate sisterhood backing you up."

Susie: laughing softly "And the name... WICCA?"

Roz: proudly "The Women's Intersectional Cultural and Creative Association: WICCA."

Susie: chuckling at the clever acronym

Sabrina and Roz: in unison, smiling and nodding "Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm! Mmmmm! Mh-mm!" They high-five, sharing a moment of triumph.

Roz: firmly "And the more girls who join, the harder we'll be to silence."

Just then, the librarian approaches their table, looking at Sabrina.

Librarian: "That call was for you, Sabrina. Ms. Wardwell has asked to see you in her office."

Outside Wardwell's office, Salem stretches and flexes his feline body, looking mildly disgruntled after being shaken around in Sabrina's bag. His fur is slightly ruffled, but he tries to maintain his dignity as he readjusts himself, flicking his tail with a huff.

Salem: grumbling to himself "One of these days, we'll find a more dignified way to travel... hopefully one that doesn't involve cramped bags."

He sits near the door, waiting for Sabrina, his eyes watchful. As he stretches, he catches sight of his reflection in a nearby window, momentarily reminded of his human past and feeling both bemused and humbled at the sight of himself as a cat. But he shakes it off quickly, refocusing on Sabrina's mission and ready to support her as she confronts whatever lies ahead with Ms. Wardwell.

Sabrina steps into Ms. Wardwell's office, taking a seat as Wardwell reclines comfortably behind her desk, a warm, almost motherly smile on her face.

Wardwell: smiling "Assistant Principal Glover tells me she's approved your club, and on the application, I saw I was listed as your faculty advisor. Happy to do it, especially if this club gives you the peace of mind you clearly seem to be seeking."

Sabrina: nodding gratefully "Oh, it'll help... at least on this one front."

Wardwell: raising an eyebrow, studying Sabrina closely "Is there something else bothering you? Something within you?"

Sabrina: sighing, hesitating for a moment "If I can be honest with you... there's a possibility I might be going to a different school. A private one. But I'm not 100% sure it's what I want."

Wardwell: with a curious tilt of her head "Well, is it a good school?"

Sabrina: nodding "One of the best. And to complicate things, it's where my dad went."

Wardwell: chuckling, putting her feet up on the desk "Then why wouldn't you go? Mind you, I'd rather not lose my prize pupil. But... this wouldn't be about a boy, would it? I've noticed how enamored you are with Mr. Kinkle."

Sabrina: smiling a little "Harvey's a part of it, sure. But it's more than that. It's... everything. My whole life is here in Greendale. It's hard to imagine untangling myself from all of it."

Wardwell: leaning forward thoughtfully "Well, this sounds like it merits further discussion. Why don't you and I get together after school? Perhaps we can try to untangle this Gordian knot together."

Sabrina: hesitating, smiling apologetically "I'd love that, Ms. Wardwell, but I already have plans after school... I'm going apple picking."

Wardwell: with a curious glint in her eye "Oh, how fun. Where, if I may ask?"

Outside the office, Salem sits with his ears perked, listening intently to the conversation, his eyes narrowing slightly. He senses there's more to Wardwell's interest than meets the eye and waits patiently, ready to accompany Sabrina to her next destination.

In the Spellman basement, Ambrose is focused on embalming the body of Connor, carefully examining the stab wounds and noting the signs of rigor mortis and withering flesh. His work is meticulous, his eyes narrowing as he studies the unusual markings on Connor's arm.Meanwhile, in the Spellman living room, Zelda and Hilda sit amidst fabric swatches, debating color choices. Hilda has sent a message to Freya, seeking advice on how to help Sabrina control her magic, which has been leaking unpredictably with her emotions.

Ambrose: entering the room, looking grim "There's something you should see in the embalming room."

In the embalming room, Ambrose shows Zelda and Hilda the peculiar mark on Connor's arm. Zelda leans in to get a closer look.

Zelda: frowning "Is it... a birthmark?"

Ambrose: shaking his head, poking it with a syringe "No, it doesn't bleed when I poke it."

Hilda: studying it closely "Then that's a witch mark."

Zelda: skeptical "Or it could simply be that his blood has started to settle in his buttocks."

Ambrose: quietly but firmly "But if it's a witch mark, and Connor here was murdered..."

Hilda: with a flash of concern "Witch Hunter? Is that even possible?"

Ambrose: nodding "It might be worth bringing up to the council."

Zelda: with conviction "Yet another reason Sabrina needs to join the Church of Night. She'd have their protection; witches without a coven are easy pickings."

Hilda: thoughtful "She's strong on her own, like her mother and Freya, who don't rely on covens. But yes, she needs extra protection. Zelda and I have been praying on it, thinking perhaps an outside perspective might help her."

Zelda: with a sharp look "Who would you have her speak to, Hilda? The Dark Lord himself?"

Hilda: shaking her head "No, but I do have my own connections. Now, Ambrose, finish up with the embalming carefully."

Zelda: as they turn to leave, with a wry smile "We'll need every single drop of blood for Sabrina's anointment at her baptism. A shame they decided against a closed casket. We haven't had a long pig for dinner in ages." She lets out a soft chuckle and heads up the stairs, leaving Hilda and Ambrose to finish their work in the embalming room.

Klaus: smirking "Witch hunters stalking covenless witches... Sabrina should heed her family's warnings. She's more vulnerable than she realizes."

Elijah: nodding thoughtfully "If there's a hunter after witches, Sabrina may have more to contend with than just her own choices."

Rebekah: thoughtfully "It's unsettling, the idea of witches hunted like prey. She needs protection, coven or no coven."

Kol: grinning "I quite like their style. Dark humor and practicality—those Spellmans have my respect."

Freya: serious "They're right to seek protection for Sabrina. She'll need to think carefully about her options, especially if there are witch hunters involved."

Finn: observing the scene with a mixture of pride and quiet concern "Sabrina's strength is admirable, but going without a coven is a risk. She'll need to be prepared."

The scene shifts to Harvey's truck, where he and Sabrina share a peaceful, tender moment. They laugh and talk softly as the truck rumbles along the winding country road, passing by fields of crops and orchards. In the back seat, Salem is curled up, fast asleep, his small chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.

Eventually, they reach the apple orchard and step out of the truck, ready to explore. Sabrina scratches Salem's head to wake him, and the three of them begin walking near the rows of trees, admiring the rich, green foliage. After a moment, Sabrina and Salem split off, heading toward the straw maze where they've identified the oldest tree in the orchard.As they approach the maze, Sabrina glances around, noticing how the path winds through thick straw walls that obscure the view. To save time, Salem, now alert and back to his usual clever self, offers a shortcut.

Salem: whispering to her "Let's not waste time. I'll give you the coordinates; toss an apple and cast a spell to switch places with it. Trust me, it'll get us there in a snap."

Sabrina: nodding, picking up a nearby apple and holding it tightly "Alright... Mutare locum!"

With a flick of her wrist, Sabrina tosses the apple over the straw walls. In an instant, a shimmering aura surrounds her, and she vanishes, reappearing on the other side of the maze beside the apple.

As she and Salem look up at the ancient apple tree before them, they don't notice the sharp, beady eyes of Stolas the crow, watching their every move from a nearby branch.

Rebekah: thoughtfully "Clever girl. She's bending the rules to her advantage, even in the simplest ways."

Kol: grinning "Smart, using a spell like that to save time. And with Salem guiding her, she's bound to be one step ahead."

Freya: focused on Stolas "But the crow watching... that's concerning. Someone's tracking her every move, possibly even Wardwell."

Finn: quietly, with concern "Sabrina's intuition is strong, but she may not realize just how closely she's being watched."

Hayley: frowning slightly "If someone is spying on her, she'll need more than just her clever tricks. She'll need allies."

Jackson: nodding "Salem's clever, but he can only do so much. Sabrina's going to need support if there are threats following her."

Aurora: curious, with a hint of caution "Spies lurking in the shadows, watching her every move... she's stepping into dangerous territory."

Lucien: smiling "The presence of that crow suggests she's attracting all the wrong kinds of attention. That's only going to make things more interesting."

Davina: with a hint of worry "She's resourceful, but she'll need to be careful. Every spell leaves a trace."

Cami: softly "She's resourceful and independent, but those watching her may have their own plans."

As Sabrina glances around, she realizes they're still far from the ancient apple tree. Frustration bubbles up, and she prepares to cast the location spell again. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she notices something unsettling—the scarecrow that had been standing nearby is gone.

Before she can react, she feels a rough, unnatural grip seize her shoulder. She turns to see the enchanted scarecrow, its twisted face snarling and eyes glowing with dark magic. It lets out a guttural roar. Sabrina screams, jerking free from its grasp, and bolts into the maze, weaving through the paths, hoping to lose her pursuer.

Meanwhile, in Ms. Wardwell's office, a wicked smile spreads across her face as she holds a voodoo doll resembling a scarecrow. She manipulates it with precise, malevolent intent, her eyes glinting with dark satisfaction.

Wardwell: cackling "There will be no apple picking for you, my dear. Not today."

She lets out a maniacal laugh, her grip tightening on the doll as she commands the scarecrow to keep up its relentless chase.

Back in the maze, Sabrina runs as fast as she can, her breath coming in gasps. The scarecrow's heavy footsteps thunder behind her, each one louder and more menacing. It growls, its movements becoming increasingly aggressive as it draws closer. Sabrina glances back, her heart pounding, only to stumble over an exposed root in the path. She crashes to the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of her.

She scrambles to get up, but the scarecrow looms above her, its straw-stuffed arms stretching toward her menacingly

Klaus: growling "This witch teacher of hers has crossed a line. If she wants a fight, she'll get one."

Elijah: serious "Sabrina's resilience is strong, but this scarecrow is a dangerous creation. She'll need to think quickly."

Rebekah: worriedly "That thing is relentless, and Wardwell is controlling it. Sabrina's going to need a way to outwit her."

Kol: scowling "A scarecrow enchantment... how quaint, but lethal. This Wardwell has a twisted mind."

Freya: focused, with concern "The scarecrow is acting as a puppet—it's Wardwell's power driving it. Sabrina will need to break that connection to stop it."

Finn: frowning "This isn't a simple test of courage. If she doesn't act fast, she could be seriously hurt."

Hayley: tense "She's strong, but that thing's got the advantage. Sabrina needs a plan, and fast."

Jackson: nodding "A scarecrow might not be smart, but it's dangerous. She's got to keep her head if she wants to survive this."

Davina: anxiously "She has to break Wardwell's control. That's the only way to stop it.

As Sabrina covers her face, bracing for the scarecrow's attack, a fierce figure bursts from the shadows, slamming into the scarecrow with a powerful tackle. The figure roars, shrieks, and snarls, tearing into the enchanted creature, scattering its straw-stuffed limbs across the ground and leaving only tattered remnants of its form. Sabrina uncovers her face, wide-eyed, realizing that her savior is none other than Salem.

Sabrina: stunned, letting out a relieved sigh "Salem?... Oh my god. Well done, good boy!"

Salem: meows proudly, then lowers his head to sniff and lick at the scarecrow's remains, as if savoring his victory.

Sabrina: catching her breath, glancing around the maze "Who... who would send that? The Weird Sisters?"

Salem: growling with disdain "Who else? Those succubitches."

Sabrina: rolling her eyes, relieved but determined "Okay, well, can you help me get through the maze to the tree?"

Salem: nodding, flicking his tail confidently "Follow me."

Meanwhile, back in Wardwell's office, she watches the scene through her enchanted mirror, her face twisted in frustration as she realizes her plan has been foiled. With a furious scream, she sweeps her hand across her desk, sending the voodoo doll and other materials flying across the room.

Kol: grinning "So our brother can still tear his enemies to pieces—even with paws. Well done, Salem."

Freya: proudly "That's the Finn I know—loyal to his family, even in the strangest of forms."

Finn: watching with a hint of pride, speaking quietly to himself "Good job, old friend. It seems I've adapted well to my feline instincts."

Hayley: smiling "Sabrina has more than just magic on her side. She has family—even the unexpected kind."

Jackson: nodding "She's got more protection than Wardwell realizes. That scarecrow didn't stand a chance."

Davina: admiringly "Salem's instincts are strong, even in a cat's form. Sabrina's in good hands... or paws."

Esther: intrigued "A powerful bond with her familiar—and the courage to follow it. Sabrina's strength is growing."

Lucien: grinning "Quite the fierce protector, that Salem. Wardwell underestimated her target this time."

Cami: softly "Sabrina has a partner in Salem—a reminder that strength comes in many forms."

Sabrina reaches the end of the maze, finding the old, twisted tree. Its branches creak like whispers of ancient secrets, and among its green apples hangs a single red one—the Malum malus. She approaches, her eyes fixed on the bright fruit, as Salem, alert and uneasy, growls and hisses by her side, sensing something dark and sinister about the apple.

Sabrina: murmuring to herself, hesitating as she reaches up "Malum... should I be worried?" She shrugs and bites into the apple, its flesh crunching beneath her teeth as faint, distant voices seem to echo through the trees.

As the flavor hits her, Sabrina's expression shifts from curiosity to horror—the apple's core has turned black, rotted, and teeming with wriggling worms. She spits it out, throwing the apple away with a gasp, wiping her mouth. The world around her shifts; the bright blue sky above fades to an ominous red, and the air fills with the heavy scent of smoke and distant, distorted screams.

Looking down, Sabrina realizes her hands are covered in blood. Panicking, she stumbles backward, only to collide with something cold and unmoving. She turns, her breath catching as she comes face to face with the ghostly image of a woman hanging by a rope from a tree branch. Sabrina backs away, her gaze lifting to see not just one, but twelve other women, all hanging from the tree in solemn silence. These are the 13 Greendale witches, the women murdered under this very tree long ago, their faces pale and haunting, their eyes hollow, as if staring into Sabrina's soul. The creaking branches sound like groans, echoing with their suffering, as if their spirits are bound to this cursed ground.

The Mikaelsons watch with growing horror as Sabrina's vision unfolds. The sight of the 13 Greendale witches hanging from the tree, with Sabrina's hands covered in blood, shakes them deeply. Each of them responds with a mixture of concern, disturbance, and dread, sensing the weight of the magic Sabrina has stumbled into.

Klaus: grimacing, his usual bravado replaced by genuine concern "This... this is no mere vision. Sabrina is tangled in the darkest of histories. She may not be prepared to carry such a burden."

Elijah: voice low, his face tense "These spirits are restless, bound by suffering. She's at risk of taking on their pain, and that could destroy her. We know all too well what it means to inherit the weight of the past."

Rebekah: shuddering, her face pale "She's so young to be confronted by this. No one should have to carry the memory of such horrors. If it overwhelms her... I fear for her sanity."

Finn: quietly disturbed, his gaze intense "Those women's spirits—bound by blood and betrayal—are now tied to her. It's a punishment in itself, a reminder of how magic can curse as much as it blesses. She's venturing down a dangerous path."

Freya: looking deeply unsettled, her eyes filled with sympathy "Sabrina is confronting magic that is ancient, powerful, and stained by unimaginable suffering. She's linked to these ancestors now, and their grief and pain are part of her. I only hope it doesn't consume her."

Kol: uncharacteristically serious, frowning with worry "This is all wrong. Sabrina's barely begun to understand herself, and now she's got the weight of these murdered souls on her shoulders. It's not fair—she's not ready for this."

Hayley: tense, watching Sabrina with a look of genuine fear "Those women were hunted and killed, and now their pain is passed to her. No one deserves that. Sabrina's strong, but no one should have to face that alone. She needs help to get through this."

In the eerie red-tinted vision, Sabrina's eyes widen in terror as the trunk of the old tree creaks and splits open, revealing a monstrous, goat-like figure emerging from within. Its eyes burn with a dark, menacing fire as it snarls and growls, an embodiment of the Dark Lord himself. Sabrina backs away, her heart racing, feeling utterly trapped as she struggles to understand how to escape this nightmare.

In a moment of panic, Sabrina spits out the last piece of the apple, and instantly, the vision fades. She blinks, gasping for breath, finding herself back in the present reality, with the orchard looking peaceful once more. Just as she's trying to gather herself, Harvey appears behind her, startling her.

Sabrina: {in a panic, swinging instinctively} "Ah!"

Her fist connects with Harvey's face, and he stumbles back, rubbing his cheek with a surprised expression.

Harvey: wincing "Ouch! You've got a good punch, Sabrina! Sorry for sneaking up on you, but the pumpkins are all loaded up in the truck. Why didn't you wait for me?"

Salem meows softly, padding over to Harvey and rubbing his sleek feline body against Harvey's leg, as if to ease the tension.

Harvey: smiling as he kneels down to pet him "Aw, who's this little guy?"

Sabrina: feeling Salem's offended glare, stammering "Uh... just a stray." She quickly whispers to Salem, "Sorry," and receives a flick of his tail in reluctant forgiveness. "I'm taking him home."

Harvey: chuckling as he stands up, placing an arm around Sabrina's shoulder "I never really thought of you as a cat person, but okay." He gives her a warm smile, still rubbing his nose from the punch as they walk back to the truck together.

The Mikaelsons, witnessing the terrifying vision Sabrina experienced, remain visibly shaken as they reflect on the creature she saw—the towering, goat-like figure that may have been the Dark Lord.

Klaus: grimly "A monster drawn straight from her worst fears. She's facing a darkness most wouldn't dare approach."

Elijah: his tone grave "The vision nearly consumed her. It's clear now that the path she's on is as perilous as it is powerful."

Rebekah: with a worried frown "That wasn't just a vision. That... thing was an omen, a warning. Sabrina's being pulled toward something dark."

Finn: quietly "She's stepping into a world filled with shadows and danger. It's enough to shake anyone."

Freya: deeply disturbed "The Dark Lord himself... or something close to him. Sabrina may be closer to him than she knows, and that's terrifying."

Kol: grimacing "If she's attracting the attention of a monster like that, she's in for a fight. I just hope she can handle it."

Hayley: looking troubled "No one should face that alone. Sabrina's going to need her family's support more than ever."

In The Spellman house is dimly lit as Sabrina steps inside, her gaze shifting to the unexpected scene in the living room. Her family is gathered, their expressions tense and reverent. At the center of the room stands a man in a sleek black suit, holding an ornate cane, his eyes fixed intently on Sabrina as she enters.

Sabrina: hesitating, sensing the weight of the situation "Um... what's going on?"

Zelda: bowing her head slightly, her tone reverent "Forgive her, Father. She knows not what she says."

Hilda: nervously, stammering "Sabrina, we're being honored tonight. This is Faustus Blackwood... the High Priest of the Church of Night, and the Dark Lord Satan's representative on Earth."

Faustus: smiling slightly, tapping his cane "Exactly. Your aunts tell me you're having doubts about your baptism, Sabrina. So I'm here to see what I can do to... convince you, my dear child."

Sabrina glances around the room, feeling a growing sense of unease as Faustus' gaze lingers on her, a calculating smile playing on his lips. The screen fades to black, and the tension is palpable.

The Mikaelsons observe the scene, each unsettled by Faustus Blackwood's presence and the dark influence he brings.]

Klaus: frowning, his voice low "Faustus Blackwood... a man with a title like that is bound to be trouble. Sabrina's instincts are right to be wary."

Elijah: calm but serious "A representative of the Dark Lord himself. He won't take Sabrina's doubts lightly. This visit has more weight than it seems."

Rebekah: concerned, her expression troubled "That man is dangerous—I can feel it. Sabrina shouldn't be forced into anything by someone like him."

Finn: grimly "This man wields power through fear and control. Sabrina's doubts are a threat to him; he won't easily let her slip away."

Freya: watching with unease "Faustus represents the Church of Night, but he's also a manipulator. If Sabrina isn't careful, he'll make her question everything she believes in."

Kol: scowling "He's a snake in a suit. Sabrina would do well to watch her back around him."

Hayley: whispering "He's more than just a priest. He's an enforcer. Sabrina's bravery will be tested now more than ever."

[As the screen fades to black, Qetsiyah's voice echoes through the darkness, breaking the spell of the scene.]

Qetsiyah: "And that, my friends, is where we'll end for today."

[The Mikaelsons sit back, their expressions somber, each lost in thought about the challenge that lies ahead for Sabrina as she faces the High Priest himself. They understand all too well the danger of figures who wield power through fear, and they know Sabrina's struggle has only just begun.]

Finally the FIRST EPISODE IS HERE

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