#sequel request

A slightly strangled sound emanated from Hilda as Zelda burst out laughing. “Indeed, he does, I’ve seen the way he watches you walk away, sister. He’s a your anus fan.” Then a truly wicked idea occurred to Zelda and she rolled to face her still protesting sister, eyes glittering with mischief. “Are you certain he didn’t mean your anus would be on display? Perhaps his incubus had plans for tonight?”

The comment made Ambrose howl with laughter, which only spurred Zelda’s to increase as well while Hilda blushed furiously in the dim light afforded by the back porch.

Snatching the joint from their nephew, Hilda inhaled deeply and then retorted, almost offhandedly, “no, no plans for tonight. I doubt he could rally after the repeated performances this morning.”

Ambrose shot up from where he’d been laying to look at Zelda in shocked delight; eyes wide and brows expressive.

Grinning, Zelda rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her forearms to better look at her sister’s face. “Hildegard Antoinette Spellman, have, have you made the incubus your bitch?”

Her sister took another long drag from the blunt, slowly releasing the smoke before answering. “Perhaps.” The effect was ruined slightly when a spluttering cough interrupted her.

Laughter broke out among them, quickly escalating into guffaws. Then it shifted into them laughing at their laughter, Ambrose cackling when Zelda snorted and Hilda clutching at her sides, almost breathless in amusement.

This was where Sabrina found them moments later, rolling on the blanket out in the garden, sniggering.

“Uhh, what’s going on here?” She asked, arms crossed and brow furrowing.

Ambrose recovered first, taking a quick hit of the joint before holding it out. “Ah, coz, care to join us?”

Eyes wide, Sabrina took a disapproving sniff. “Is, is that weed?!”

Seeing Sabrina not even reach out to take the offering, Ambrose took another drag before handing it to Zelda. “Yes.”

If anything, this stunned her niece further. “Auntie!” She gaped, watching as Zelda blew several dainty smoke rings out.

“What?” Zelda asked, passing the joint to Hilda. At Sabrina’s wordless gesturing between all of them, Zelda huffed and flopped back down onto the pillows. “Honestly, Sabrina, I know the mortals are all ‘hugs before drugs’, but witches don’t experience the same type of addictive tendencies as they do. Not to say we don’t have our vices or addictions at all, but it takes far more than a little cannabis to do the trick.”

Sitting up a little unsteadily, Hilda gave the blunt back to Ambrose when she finished her turn. “Not that’s there’s anything wrong with hugs before drugs, my darling.” She assured Sabrina, a warm, loose smile on her face. “But it’s also quite a lovely way to unwind.” She slumped back onto the blanket and curled against Zelda’s side, nuzzling up to her.

Too lost in a gloriously comfortable haze, Zelda merely wrapped an arm around her cuddly sister without any remonstrations. “Join us or no, Sabrina, but don’t kill the buzz.”

“Yeah, coz,” Ambrose chimed in, now once more flat on his back and watching the stars. “You can stargaze with us, maybe even see Ur-,” he snorted, “Uranus...” the rest of his invitation was lost to giggles and Hilda and Zelda soon dissolved into them as well at the mention of the unfortunately named planet.

Confused, Sabrina just stared at them for a moment. “Uranus?” She repeated, uncomprehendingly.

A fresh wave of snorts and giggles overtook them; Hilda trying to muffle hers against Zelda’s shoulder while she and Ambrose laughed loudly and freely, heads tipped back in joy.