ɢɪʀʟ, 𝑀𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐.

The lounge  at  the  Five  Seasons  certainly  wasn’t  the  Waldorf ,  but  it  was  the  closest  thing  to  familiar  Pete  had  found  in  Riverdale .  The  drinks  were  weak ,  and  the  bar  deserted  more  often  than  not ,  yet  he  found  himself  here  on  most  evenings ,  like  a  homesick  child  wrapped  up  in  their  old  blanket .  Except  his  comfort  wasn’t  a  threadbare  blanket  or  a  worn  teddy  bear ,  it  was  the  company  of  drunk  page - six  teens , and  the  lullaby  of  martini  shakers  and  elevator  jazz .  Home . If  he  sobered  up  long  enough  to  think , it  all  started  to  feel  a  little  empty -  so  he’d  decided  a  long  time  ago  not  to .  Luckily  for  him ,  places  like   these  were  in  the  business  of  exploiting  whichever  vice  he  was  intending  to  lose  himself  in  on  any  given  night .  Numbing  the  pain  was  their  specialty . 

“  I  heard  you , ”  he  said  dryly ,  not  bothering  to  look  up  from  his  half - empty  martini   to  address  whoever  had  spoken .  Someone  had  said  his  name ,  then  some  other  words  he  couldn’t  be  bothered  to  comprehend .  He  might  have  been  asked  to  move  over ,  or  been  given  nuclear  launch  codes .  It  didn’t  matter .  “  I’m  choosing  to  ignore  you . ”

        sabrina is here on business  ,   because anyone who  KNOWS  her knows that the five seasons  certainly  wasn’t her brand of style  .   it reeked of privileged mortals  ,   that only had care for themselves and no regard for the world around them  .   it was  exhausting  ;   she almost preferred the farm to them  -  and that was saying something !   and with her new found powers  ,   and temper ?   there was  no telling  what could happen if someone did  something  to make her mad enough to come back home to ambrose  ,   determined to flip through ha grimoire  . 

ambrose lowered his voice while speaking though he was sure people were to busy eating and filling the diner with useless chatter that his voice and words were irrelevant to him. “these mortals speak to me like they have a choice when i already make my decisions.” he rolled his eyes. “people in this town are so oblivious that i believe their must be a demon in this town casting some forbidden spell to keep them this way.” he loved spending time with his younger cousin, and missed when they were around one another a lot more.

he shook his head. “well, brina. when magic and devil worshiping of the dark lord isn’t a way of life it’s often hard to find anything else to beat it.” he grew bored, but at the same time, loved being in a place where nothing could possibly intimidate him. “i’ve got quite my hands full in the mayor’s office. her husband, as you know is hiram lodge and his shady dealings are becoming more  and more apparent. she bends to his every will. this is why you don’t get married. let that be a lesson to you.”

ambrose felt bad for his cousin, but they each had a role to play even though he knew something was happening that they weren’t being told. “have you tried having more fun with the mortals rather than showing them tricks? you have abilities that very well makes you more powerful than i’ll ever be - why don’t you have some fun? i know that we are most likely being played for some master plan so you might as well get something out of it. mortals are boring.”

        a shake of her head and she purses her lips  .    “  ambrose  ,   you  know  we have to give mortals some semblance of power  .   otherwise they’d get  suspicious  about two kids moving from greendale to here  ;   especially with our looks  .    you  know  how small towns are  .   let me snoop around a bit more before we’re  ...   ourselves  .  ”    and it’s not the norm of the blonde witch  ,   but they are in  new territory  and she’s signed with the beast  .  

          a chuckle  ,   she shakes her head at her cousin as she brings coffee up to her lips  .   “  --  it’s boring  ,   not deathly  .   the farm is picking up though  .   and i  know  high school kids aren’t your type  ,   but you could befriend some of them  .   like the lodge girl  .   she’s an interesting know  .  ”   and her boss  ,   but that was technicalities  .   push come to shove  ,   sabrina could  always  pull strings to work in her own favor  .    “  don’t try to taint my idea of love  .   hiram lodge is just a  shitty dude  -  haven’t you read any of the papers ?  ”  

“I’ve lived on a small farm my whole life, so we’ve always had animals around - cats included. But Aradia is a special to me,” he is leaving little hints for the white haired girl. He thinks that perhaps she is one of the Greendale witches that moved to Riverdale. “That’s good, I’m trying to get her here as soon as possible.”

“I’ve got an old barn car back home,” Eli took a break from petting Salem to talk with the girl before him.  “He would follow me around everywhere too. Unfortunately the city doesn’t really agree with him so he’ll come out here after I’ve settled in.”

toni was tapping her foot while standing in line.  her arms were crossed over her chest.  her taste buds craved  CHRISTMAS  &  she swore the northside was making her soft.  she was a  SOUTHSIDE  serpent with pink hair.  not a pink-haired vixen never to be seen without her signature  LATTE.  —  slowly,  day by day,  toni was learning she was actually  BOTH.  she didn’t have to subscribe to being just one thing.  she was many things.  she was everything.  

out of line  &  at a table,  her eyes watched the cup get closer in the lens of her camera.  she turned the lens and  click click - ed  away.  feeling the presence of someone beside her,  she prefaced her first conversation of the day:

‘  don’t judge me.  every photo is good practice  &  YEAH  !  i think  it’s pretty.  ’  it sounded tough,  but the words were followed by a smile.  she stood up from her arched position  &  moved the camera strap to her shoulder,  wearing it like a bag.  ‘  —  what’s up?  ’

         the gang  ...  drama had always intrigued sabrina  ,   even before she came to riverdale  .   she’d read the papers of riverdale in her spare time  ,   if only to keep up with the times and be more self-aware of what was happening in her own little world  ;   and it’s neighboring ones  .   so of course  -  she’s read the papers of riverdale high  ,   as well as the town’s paper  -  if only to cure her own curiosity !   and this girl has  definitely  been in these papers  .  

          “   i’d have to agree  .   and doesn’t practice make perfect ?  ”    she’ll offer the comment politely  ,   though the witch does truly stand by the statement  .   the only way to get  better  at an art is to just keep doing it  over  ,   and  over  again  .  

“Oh I get it hun. Believe me.” Word gets around and people talk. Being the mayors daughter, that was something Josie could understand. She pulled her wet shirt over her head and placed it on the bench. She momentarily shook her hands, trying to get them a bit more dry, then took the shirt Sabrina had given her and put it on. “Alright, we’re good.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh really?” She sat back down on the piano bench and shoved her wet shirt into her bag. “You ever thought about joining the choir here?”

@spellmns

Ambrose once again had to deal with Salem wandering around town, and scooping him up and bringing him to his cousin. At the moment, Ambrose was working for the mayor of the northside, but there wasn’t much to report seeing as how the turmoil was being conjured by the mortals without much effort. There was differences between mortal and witch culture, but in the end, they all loved to fall victim to their own self-indulgences. 

Ambrose picked the cat up, moving it over his shoulder. He had been able to find Sabrina through a locator spell and wasn’t surprised to find her at Pop’s diner.“Hello, cous. I’ve located a familiar friend of yours.” Some worker came up to him to tell him that animals weren’t allowed. 

“Don’t worry, lad. He’s a service animal. I have papers from the mayor.” He rolled his eyes, shrugging off the person. “So, tell me how the life of Sabrina Spellman is going.”

       her cousin is perhaps the  ONLY  person she trusts with her familiar  ,   and the rest of people in town could definitely  FUCK OFF  ,   for a lack of better terms    (  she’s been working late at pop’s these days  ,   some of her language choices have  ...  varied or what not    )   .   either way  -  even when she was off of work  ,   she chose to spend time at pop’s  .   it was full of life !   and the smell of fries had grown on her  .  

      which leads her to hanging in the diner even after her shift  ,   laptop in front of her as she updates her queue on netflix  .   bright smile will appear on her lips as she greets her cousin !   the witch sets the her laptop screen down  ,   head tilting to the left as she motions for him to sit across from her  .    “  sit  ,   sit  .   salem’s allowed here as long as  i am  here  .  ”  

Josie sighed and took the shirt from the other girl, holding up to look at it. “It’s fine. Thanks..I guess this’l have to do..I’ll make sure I get it back to you tomorrow.” She offered Sabrina a little smile. “Thank you sweetie.” She looked behind her to make sure the door was closed. It would be a quick change, plus no one usually came in her at this time. It should be fine. “Would you mind?” Josie twirled her index finger signaling that she wanted Sabrina to turn around. “Are you a musician too?”

“Okay I get that the younger serpents are all extremely attractive human beings, and yes some might call them hot. But do I really need to hear that all the time during every class and free period? All I hear is how their jackets look great on them and about this girl’s hair and this boy’s arms. I get it they’re gorgeous, I appreciate beauty too, but there are more pressing matters at hand at the moment. Like the release of Kingdom Hearts 3.”

“Uh, it appears to be that way,” Eli lets out a small laugh. “You’ve got a beautiful cat,” he says to the tall white haired girl before bending down to pet the purring black ball of fluff that rubbing against his leg. “What’s his name?”

After living in Riverdale for a week and exhausting the local restaurant options, Eli decided that it was about time to find the local grocery store. Witches and Warlocks don’t use smart phones, they mostly use familiars to astroproject, thus using Goggle Maps became a frustrating endevor and Eli was left to wander the streets of Riverdale looking for his destination. 

“it’s a calculated risk. not a wise one, just a decidedly worth it one.” nick’s interest in sabrina is many-sided. it has almost nothing to do with his respect for her father, though it does help bolster his faith in her capabilities as a witch. “am i that obvious? i wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression on a new crop of mortals. or make you suddenly think less of me.”

“if she ever tries to talk to me, i’m kind of gonna assume she’s plotting something.” prudence always looks like she’s about to hex him, or whatever. he still isn’t sure how their magic actually works and it doesn’t seem like he’ll ever have an opportunity to ask more about it. the topic will probably always be…uncomfortable. there is so much he wants to ask her about, he’d love to even have any conversation that feels halfway normal, but he has no idea where to begin.

“not too weird. just weird enough,” he says with a smile. whatever her brand of weirdness is, it’s obviously never been something bad or off-putting to him. “i’m glad someone’s got your back.”

         “  lucky for you  ,   i don’t think she’d ever  -  without a reason  .   and that reason would  probably  need to be an emergency  ,   so  .  ”    prudence had her grudge over harvey  ;   which she could understand  ,   on some level  ,   sabrina supposed  .   there was a history  -  but that was between  PASTS  ,   not the present  .   either way  ,   it wasn’t something she would judge for  ;   and it was a good conversation to have  .   --  then the wind blows  ,    reminding her that the two of them are  still  outside  .  

    “… what, this?” dorcas asked, looking down at the special tea that she had been brewing, before looking back up at them with a deceptive smile. “it’s just green tea, why would it be anything else?” she lied, hiding the lie well though. “…try it.” she added with a nonchalant shrug. 

“We get lost and we get found. Now we are here, we won’t back down.” Josie’s eyes were closed as sang. The cold keys of the piano felt like magic on her fingertips. This song was originally played on the guitar, but she could make it work with the piano. It was an old one of hers and the Pussycats but it brought her back to a happier time. A lot was going on in Riverdale and she was now becoming nostalgic of the more calm times. Josie stood to grab her water bottle and took a quick sip. She heard someone clear their throat and turned around to face whoever it was. Unfortunately, she wasn’t aware of how close they were standing and ended up bumping into them and spilling water all over herself. A light gasp escaped her lips at the unexpected feeling of the cold liquid on her skin. “Great.” She said sarcastically pulling the damp fabric away from herself. “My shirt is now see through.”