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Bridget: ... Oh my god. Fine. Sabrina: What? Bridget: One month. One thing happens, and I’m gone. Got it? Sabrina: You’re actually going to give it a shot?! Bridget: For. A. Month. Even if nothing happens I’ll only do a month. Sabrina: If nothing happens you’ll be going to school like a normal teenager. But if that is the mindset that’ll help you... sure. Bridget: And this is because I owe you for feeding me and housing me. I’m not hungry anymore.

Sabrina: THANK YOU! Bridget, this is the first time in a long time you’ve done something good for yourself! I’m so proud of you! Bridget: I cannot begin to express how much this is not for me. Sabrina: Either way, you’re coming over a fear! That’s huge! Maybe you’ll even let me finally see your room! Bridget: Aaaaand I’m out. Sabrina: Awe rats.

Sabrina: Come on! You’ve already spent a full lunar cycle in there. You have to need help with... cleaning, and the like. Bridget: No. You said it at the last out; my room, my rules. Rule #1: No Sabrina. Sabrina: You just want an excuse to keep it looking horrible. Bridget: What? Can’t hear you, I’m walking up some stairs. Sabrina, sighing: Well, dinner’s made when you want it.

Bridget: Your room smells fuckin’ weird, you know that?

Sabrina: Bridget, please get your feet off the wall.

Bridget: Is it the drying, dead, weird ass flowers on the wall, or is it you?

Sabrina: Bridget. Feet. Off the wall.

Bridget: Tell me why it stinks first. Seriously, it’s bothering me.

Sabrina: *sigh* It’s probably the mold. This house isn’t exactly new Bridge, it’s not like Copperdale is the cheapest place in the world.

Bridget: Then why the hell are we here?

Sabrina: Because we’re still trying to keep you safe and, you know, maybe prepare you for society. 

Bridget: Well this smell sure is going to prepare me to be a trash person that’s for sure.

Sabrina: You won’t be able to smell it from your room.

Bridget: Sure. The hell am I suppose to do here anyway? We’re not on the run anymore. I guess. Not right now at least.

Sabrina: Bridget, do you know how old you are?

Bridget: Uh. 16? No... no 16, right?

Sabrina: What do 16/15 year olds do?

Bridget: Drugs?

Sabrina: oh my god- No, where do they go?

Bridget: .........

Bridget: No. No no. Nononononono noooo haha nooooo noooo! You wouldn’t do that to me Sab! You wouldn’t haha please

Sabrina: The semester already started, so you’ll have a little bit of some catch up work. And don’t worry, I’ve made sure you’ll get the accommodations you need.

Bridget: No. No this can’t be happening. I can’t go to fucking high school! I’ve hardly been around people since-

Sabrina: It’s time to move on from that, Bridget. Real world time.

Sabrina: [Dreamy sigh] For once I’ll have a house all to myself.

At the age of fifteen, Bridget finds it hard to manager her werewolf side; especially when she’s being chased for it. At a young age a spellcaster, Sabrina, found her hurt and took her in. At age seventeen, she was raising her like a daughter. Bridget was rowdy, had a temper, and didn’t know what to do with herself. She didn’t know much about herself; but Sabrina knew something bad had happened to her.

As the two of them got older, both of their powers were becoming larger than they could handle. In an attempt to get Bridget a proper “werewolf introduction”, the two of them moved to Moonwood Mill.

That did not go well.

On the run again, Sabrina moves the two of them to Copperdale. Maybe a normal, human, teenage introduction would help Bridget instead?