Sabrina's a Witch?
A/N: This is actually my first posted fanfic. I wrote another one on That's So Raven, but I can't post it, since there's no category. If you like this and want to see more of my writing, please email Fanfiction.net and tell them to make a That's So Raven category! I hope you like this one in the meantime. Please R&R, but no flames! P.S: I know this could never happen on the real Sabrina, but that's what fanfics are for, right?
Disclaimer: None of these character belong to me, Nick or WB own all characters (I'm not really sure), and so on.
The story takes place in the old episodes, when Sabrina's a junior in High School. Those were so much better-whatever happened to Jenny? Ok, now I'll shut up and start the story already.
The light shone brightly through the open window. A little too brightly, Sabrina Spellman thought, and was forced to open her eyes. Normally, this wouldn't be too much of a problem. However, Sabrina was floating in midair three feet above her bed. As soon as she forced one eye open, she literally fell on the bed. This caused immense pain in a soft spot on her back. Argh, I hate it when that happens. She glanced at the clock – 12 noon on the dot. She loved to sleep in on weekends.
There was a reason Sabrina levitated when she slept. Sabrina was a witch, well, half-mortal actually. So were her centuries-old aunts, Zelda and Hilda, who, Sabrina sleepily noted, were making way too much noise downstairs in the kitchen. Noise traveled far and loud in the old, Victorian home they shared. "'Morning Salem." Sabrina mumbled to her black cat, who often liked to sit on her windowsill.
"Good Morning, Ms. Sunshine. I noticed you were up late last night." Salem replied. He was actually a warlock, who had been sentenced to a hundred years as a cat by the Witches Council. Salem had once tried to take over the mortal world, and still dreamed about it. Sabrina often heard him talk about it in his sleep.
"I have a major magic quiz on Monday – you knew that." Sabrina countered, while effortlessly changing into her clothes with a flick of her finger. She decided to be comfortable today, as a result picking out jeans and a plain purple t-shirt. Her everyday sneakers completed the effect.
"Oh I knew. I just didn't expect you to start studying until Sunday night." Salem retorted as he walked out the door. "Mmm, I think I smell tuna!" With a hopeful spark in his eyes, Salem raced downstairs.
Sabrina followed him downstairs. The cat had been right – Hilda was at the island, making tuna salad. Zelda was at the kitchen table, working on her laptop.
"Hilda, I think your toast is burning." Zelda remarked as she scrunched her nose.
"O, o, too hot!" Hilda exclaimed as she took the burnt toast out of the toaster. "And here's why – an urgent notice from the Witches' Council." After a few seconds, Hilda's face took on a look of pure shock.
Zelda, Sabrina, and Salem noticed and crowded around Hilda. "What's the matter?" Zelda asked, taking the note from Hilda. After reading it, she too was surprised. "This can't be right! It must be a prank, or a horrible mistake..."
"No, it has the Witch's Council's official seal. No witch in their right mind would try to copy it."
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Sabrina asked, feeling that if she didn't know what the news was soon, she was going to burst."
"Well, the letter says..." Zelda began, trying to remain calm, "That, as of today, The Witch's Council is revealing magic to the mortal realm. Witches do not have to keep it a secret any longer.:
"What? That's crazy talk! Did they say why?" Sabrina exclaimed.
"Apparently, Drell and the other Council members are sick of hiding their powers from mortals and living by their rules." Zelda summarized the rest of the letter.
Salem, who had been mysteriously quiet throughout all of this, commented, "This is definitely going to get ugly."
A/N: This is actually my first posted fanfic. I wrote another one on That's So Raven, but I can't post it, since there's no category. If you like this and want to see more of my writing, please email Fanfiction.net and tell them to make a That's So Raven category! I hope you like this one in the meantime. Please R&R, but no flames! P.S: I know this could never happen on the real Sabrina, but that's what fanfics are for, right?
Disclaimer: None of these character belong to me, Nick or WB own all characters (I'm not really sure), and so on.
The story takes place in the old episodes, when Sabrina's a junior in High School. Those were so much better-whatever happened to Jenny? Ok, now I'll shut up and start the story already.
The light shone brightly through the open window. A little too brightly, Sabrina Spellman thought, and was forced to open her eyes. Normally, this wouldn't be too much of a problem. However, Sabrina was floating in midair three feet above her bed. As soon as she forced one eye open, she literally fell on the bed. This caused immense pain in a soft spot on her back. Argh, I hate it when that happens. She glanced at the clock – 12 noon on the dot. She loved to sleep in on weekends.
There was a reason Sabrina levitated when she slept. Sabrina was a witch, well, half-mortal actually. So were her centuries-old aunts, Zelda and Hilda, who, Sabrina sleepily noted, were making way too much noise downstairs in the kitchen. Noise traveled far and loud in the old, Victorian home they shared. "'Morning Salem." Sabrina mumbled to her black cat, who often liked to sit on her windowsill.
"Good Morning, Ms. Sunshine. I noticed you were up late last night." Salem replied. He was actually a warlock, who had been sentenced to a hundred years as a cat by the Witches Council. Salem had once tried to take over the mortal world, and still dreamed about it. Sabrina often heard him talk about it in his sleep.
"I have a major magic quiz on Monday – you knew that." Sabrina countered, while effortlessly changing into her clothes with a flick of her finger. She decided to be comfortable today, as a result picking out jeans and a plain purple t-shirt. Her everyday sneakers completed the effect.
"Oh I knew. I just didn't expect you to start studying until Sunday night." Salem retorted as he walked out the door. "Mmm, I think I smell tuna!" With a hopeful spark in his eyes, Salem raced downstairs.
Sabrina followed him downstairs. The cat had been right – Hilda was at the island, making tuna salad. Zelda was at the kitchen table, working on her laptop.
"Hilda, I think your toast is burning." Zelda remarked as she scrunched her nose.
"O, o, too hot!" Hilda exclaimed as she took the burnt toast out of the toaster. "And here's why – an urgent notice from the Witches' Council." After a few seconds, Hilda's face took on a look of pure shock.
Zelda, Sabrina, and Salem noticed and crowded around Hilda. "What's the matter?" Zelda asked, taking the note from Hilda. After reading it, she too was surprised. "This can't be right! It must be a prank, or a horrible mistake..."
"No, it has the Witch's Council's official seal. No witch in their right mind would try to copy it."
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Sabrina asked, feeling that if she didn't know what the news was soon, she was going to burst."
"Well, the letter says..." Zelda began, trying to remain calm, "That, as of today, The Witch's Council is revealing magic to the mortal realm. Witches do not have to keep it a secret any longer.:
"What? That's crazy talk! Did they say why?" Sabrina exclaimed.
"Apparently, Drell and the other Council members are sick of hiding their powers from mortals and living by their rules." Zelda summarized the rest of the letter.
Salem, who had been mysteriously quiet throughout all of this, commented, "This is definitely going to get ugly."