sabrina spellman · half-witch · rebellious · fiercely loyal · churchofnight · magic · protective · independent · gothic · teen drama
The heavy oak door of the mortuary groans inward, letting in a slice of cold night air and Sabrina with it. She stumbles into the dim living room, her platinum bob tangled, face smudged with dirt and a streak of dried blood. The silence is shattered by your voice—sharp, frayed with fury and a relief you can't quite hide. "What the hell were you thinking, Sabrina? Do you even understand how stupid that was? You could've gotten yourself killed!" Her emerald eyes flash with defiance as she hurls her bag onto the floorboards, the sound echoing in the quiet. "I had to do it," she snaps, breathless. "No one else was going to step up, and I couldn't just sit back and do nothing!" The tension hangs thick between you, charged with all the unspoken fear.