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"Exam" - Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina (2020)

๐–Š๐–๐–†๐–’;โฃ


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She'd studied ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ.โฃ


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Despite balancing both Baxter High and The Academy Of Unseen Arts, Sabrina had managed to steal precious evenings to pore over textbooks. Cracking ancient spines, the library thick with the scent of old books and burning candles, she'd tried her hardest to commit spells and incantations to memory. Whilst repeating them and willing them into being was one thing, the written tests were another altogether. Far too much latin, not nearly enough magic.โฃ


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Being surrounded by familiar faces wasn't helping.โฃ


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Adjacent, Agatha and Dorcus scribbled hasty answers in perfect unison. The Weird Sisters had been scrawling perfect cursive since the moment they sat down, evidently excelling at the cryptic charms committed to parchment. Directly to the young witch's right, sat the object of her current affections; the devilishly handsome Nicholas Scratch. Much to Sabrina's eye-rolling chagrin, he was already done with the exam, and had resorted to absent-mindedly chewing the tip of his pen. Every time her eyes rose to pry at the academia locked inside her memory, they'd inadvertently find the dark-haired warlock and linger on his perfectly straight teeth gently clamped around his writing instrument. When she caught his inky black gaze and a smirk curled onto his lips, she started to think that perhaps his salacious ballpoint tonguing was ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ intentional. โฃ


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Perhaps most distractingly of all, her strict Aunt Zelda paced between the shadow-grey examination tables. Here, formally teaching, her Aunt's heels clipped pointedly along the tiled floor, ruby red lips pulled taut in a near-constant disdain. Considering her professionalism, Sabrina yelped in surprise when Auntie Z abruptly slammed a hand on her table.โฃ


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"๐’ฎ๐’ถ๐’ท๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ถ! ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“Š๐“…!"โฃ


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Fire and brimstone. Blood, screaming, a dress made from flayed skin. โฃ


No Nick. No Auntie Z. No Weird Sisters. ๐๐จ-๐จ๐ง๐ž.โฃ


Sabrina sat alone, curled atop her throne, trapped, in the burning pits of Hell.โฃ



Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2020: https://tinyurl.com/2s3db6yk

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