#wiitchiisms

“Yes....but I’m not sure whether it was a dream or something....more sinister.” She started, eyes wide with fresh shock and a chill continued to shake her frame.“I..saw something....someone...and I’m not sure what to make of it...”  

Wardwell lowered her hand and set the pen back on the book. “Don’t worry Sabrina, I’m not like Blackwood.” She said the name as if it was something disgusting. “I won’t force you to sign the book, you must do it on your own.” She took a step back. “I promise you, I will never force you to do anything against your will. Free will is so important.”

Wardwell stepped up behind Sabrina and placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders, leaning forward. “You can do it Sabrina, but the choice is yours. You can let those silly witches at your silly school treat you dreadfully, or you can make sure they know you are no mere witch.” Her words were soft, nearly a lullaby. “The Dark Lord wouldn’t try so very hard to get you to sign his book if he thought you worthless. Your father wouldn’t have had me watching over you if he didn’t care.” She paused. “What you contribute to the coven is important, you matter.”

//I need all the Sabrinas lol

Yeeeesss let’s do the thing!!

               it feels like she’s still trying to get used to this town — too many things to do && they simply distracted her. this new life... lucy’s still trying to catch it up.

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👨‍👩‍👧‍👦- What's your family like? Interesting? I live with my father still but my parents have been divorced since I was about three so my family has always been sorta torn up. I don’t even know my mother’s side at all apart from her.