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“Aunt Hilda this is getting ridiculous.” Sabrina whispered to her Aunt across the kitchen counter in reference to her Aunt Zelda and her demon possesed teacher who had been tip-toeing around each other for the better part of an hour.
“Give it time Sabrina, patience is a virtue.”
“But we’ve been patient, and it’s torturing me to see them be so awkward.” Sabrina thought on the situation for a minute. Maybe she could help…
“Oh no Sabrina. There will be no interference from you. Any time you involve yourself we end up in court or someone ends up dead. You need to let them figure this out on their own.” Hilda was being serious, she knew that. And maybe her track record wasn’t the best but she didn’t think it would take necromancy to get them to have one date.
“Fine. I won’t do anything. They can sit and stare at each other longingly for the rest of the century, and it will be your fault.” If Sabrina wasn’t going to get help from her Aunt, she would get help from Ambrose.
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“Ambrose, I need your grimoire again.” Without expressed permission she waltzed over to where she knew he kept his book and started flipping through it.
“Yes, please go ahead. It’s not like it could be cursed or anything.”
“Whatever cous. I need a spell that will convince Aunt Zelda and Ms.Wardwell to go on a date so they can stop acting weird.” Ambrose shook his head.
“Y’know you don’t have to resort to magic for everything. Why don’t you just use a conventional mortal trick that seems to work for them.” Confused, Sabrina asked:
“What trick?”
“Two words. Parent trap.”
“Ambrose you’re a genius!” They both thought about the best way to execute their plan, well Sabrina’s plan that Ambrose just got roped in to. After sorting their best options out they decided on the classic forged note trick. Sabrina wrote out the letter to Ms.Wardwell and Ambrose, the one to Aunt Zelda. It was perfect.
“Okay, do they match?” Ambrose nodded.
“They’ll both meet at the movies as a planned.”
“Perfect.”
“They both will be too proud to admit that neither of them sent a letter to each other. They’ll have to follow through with the date. It’s perfect. And no one dies this time, cousin.” Sabrina smiled in anticipation, ignoring the joke that was made about her being a bit destructive.
“Thank you Ambrose, it’ll work just like magic.”
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Zelda had no idea what she was doing in a mortal movie theatre, or why Ms.Wardwell thought to invite her. It was strange when she got the letter and even stranger when she saw that Mary was holding a letter of similar aesthetic.
“You asked me to meet you here, Zelda? The letter is cute but, a little antediluvian if I may say. I have a cell phone you know-”
“Wait, I didn’t ask you to meet me here? You asked me to meet you here. And you’re the one that sent the letter…” They both came to the realization pretty quickly that this was a complete setup, and Zelda knew the culprit right away.
“It was Sabrina who sent these… that child.” She wasn’t annoyed, a little amused at her childish antics even. “Well, I didn’t leave the mortuary for nothing so I guess we are seeing a movie today.”
“I guess we are.” So they went in and continued their “date”, as mortal as Zelda thought the term was. Arguing about whether or not vampires acted on screen the same way they did in real life. And stole each other’s popcorn. Sabrina was happy that everything worked out, though she cannot say that walking in on them making out was more or less awkward then their pining.