#kinklewitch

Years had passed, new battles fought, the struggle she and Zelda Spellman had pushed through to find a way to bring back both their children seemed now a very, very long time ago. Adam was grown, Sabrina even more so, and though Lilith’s home was officially in Hell and upon the throne beside her son, she still frequented the Spellmans’ and the Order of Hecate, even taking part in their rituals on certain, special occasions. Many, many things and changed and much time had passed.

Yet, Sabrina Spellman was apparently still going around in circles with her life, and the Kinkle name was still being thrown about. But this...this was the first time she was meeting this product of it. Officially, at least, and when the child wasn’t an infant too small to remember she’d ever met Lilith in the first place. Sixteen years old and coming up for, what would have been many years ago, her time to sign the Book of the Beast. But the Order of Hecate was....a little different. And it was exactly why Lilith was here; an official entrance into the coven was a serious occasion....and she and the Spellman sisters had grown very close over the years. And Lilith couldn’t deny she was curious about the Kinkle Witch....half-mortal was one thing, but half-Witch Hunter was quite another. 

“I suppose, technically, we’re related” Lilith observed. Her son was the girl’s uncle, after all. “Distantly”

@kinklewitch​ | liked for Agatha

“I don’t think either of your parents would like you being around me.” Well Sabrina might be okay with it. Things kind of smoothed out between them. Her father however? Given her part in killing the girls uncle and trying to kill her father, she wasn’t likely to be the most welcomed person by the Kinkle household. Not that she cared. She didn’t want to be around mortals. Disgusting creatures frankly. She couldn’t understand how Sabrina could do it.

“And what exactly is that?” Salem asked the other.

@kinklewitch​ | liked for Caliban

The child of the false daughter couldn’t even be classed as a halfbreed - quarter-breed? It just didn’t have the same ring too it.  More mortal than witch. Lucky she had any magic at all given being the daughter of a half-witch an a witch-hunter of all things. Still it pained him to set eyes upon the girl. A small insight into how his children with his Sabrina, could have looked. Praise be Satan that the witchling favoured her mother more than her father. “Do your parents know your wander the nine circle?” given her fathers distain for magic, he figured not.

@kinklewitch​ | liked for a Charlie starter

The witch watched the new girl to the Academy as Agatha mentioned something about preparing for Lupercalia being in a few months (their Dark Mother had a twisted sense of humour), but as long as she wasn’t paired up with Melvin again.  The last time she ended up paired with him about a decade ago he ended up spilling the blood all over her. It looked like a scene from the old Feast of Feasts. Excusing herself the witch excused herself from Agatha and Prudence, moving to catch up with the new girl. “You don’t need to have the wisdom of the Dark Mother to realise you’re new. Need a hand finding somewhere?”

[ text ] I think I’m lost     diana ( @kinklewitch​ )   &.   dr. cee

@kinklewitch​ | liked for Hilda

“Just you listen to your Auntie Hilda. There is nothing terrifying at the Academy.” any more, maybe one or two obscure things at a push. “Though your mother is good friends with the ghost children that live in the grounds - young Quentin is a lovely lad.” Hilda patted the seat next to her, knowing Sabrina probably didn’t talk about this. “The were harrowed at the school, it’s banned these days, but think of it like a college hazing with deadly results. It all ties back to the Greendale Thirteen and being hanged as witches - it was your Uncle Theo’s ancestor Dorothea who cut them down and gave them the burial they deserved.”

@kinklewitch​ | liked for Zelda

“Speak up Diana. I detest mumbling.” Zelda looked at her great niece over the top of her newspaper. She still couldn’t understand why the Dark Mother let Sabrina choose Harvey, not when the cost would be her ageing prematurely for a witch. Not when she had a strapping young warlock on her arm. Still, she digresses. Of course Sabrina’s punishment has been a daughter as headstrong as she’d been at that age. Hopefully without the end of the world drama that Sabrina brought with all that infernal teen angst.