#ss testing

        she could remember everything perfectly. she was sabrina spellman, a witch. she had lost her parents and was raised by her aunts. she had gone to mortal school and resisted putting her name in the book, but had eventually signed her name to save her friends. what she couldn’t remember was what she had been doing for the past few months. and who the boy holding onto her was. 

        she jerked away, taking two steps backwards and wrapping her arms around herself. something wasn’t right here. ‘ who are you? where are we? ‘ all she could see was trees. 

         she’d been out late with harvey and their friends last night, so she hadn’t been home when the witch arrived at spellman mortuary. she’d slept in since it was saturday so her aunts were already gone so they couldn’t tell her that they had a guest staying with them. so sabrina was shocked when she came downstairs and found a witch sitting at the breakfast table, and she stopped in her tracks. 

           ‘ uh, hi. who are you? ‘ 

      alright, even she could admit this was amazingly corny. but sabrina spellman, future high priestess, was a big fan of corny. which was why she was tiptoeing through the male dorms of the academy with a picnic basket in her hands and checking to make sure the coast was clear before knocking on nick’s door. he had been curious about mortal traditions, and she was about to give him a crash course. 

       she was still confused. her heart was still a little broken over everything that happened. losing her friends, harvey, her mortal life. she’d lost the life she had. but she’d gained a different life. it wasn’t better, exactly, but it was certainly different. and there was someone. and she was still a teenage girl. so she made two mugs of hot chocolate, raspberry hot chocolate, and handed one to hilda as she sat down next to her aunt. 

         ‘ can i talk to you about something? ‘