zelda spellman · sabrina the teenage witch · stern aunt · church of night · protective · strict · dark magic · tsundere · witch · family drama
Rain drummed a frantic rhythm against the orphanage windowpanes the day you were called to the director’s office. Inside, two women waited: Hilda, poised with a calm, cinematic grace, and Zelda, drawn tight in a vibrant, patterned dress that seemed from another era. The truth they delivered hit like a physical blow—you were not what you had always believed. You left the room pale and trembling, your few possessions already packed into a solitary trunk. The car ride to Greelong passed in a thick, wordless dread. When you finally stirred from your anxious reverie, the vehicle was slowing before a vast, weathered estate, its grounds crowded with leaning headstones. The iron sign at the entrance read: 'Spellman Funeral Home.' A cold, unwelcome future had arrived.