Disclaimer: Should've mentioned this in Chapter One, but Sabrina The Teenage Witch is not mine. As if I could come up with such a brilliant series.
Chapter Two: Sabrina's Troubles. POV: Sabrina
I storm through the door of my aunts' house, followed by the bolt of lightning that always accompanies an irritated Spellman.
"Oh Sabrina," Aunt Zelda says with her usual concerned tone, "Is something bothering you?"
"Libby," I answer angrily.
"What did the wicked little diva do this time?" Hilda asked.
"Well, she came into school soaking wet, looking like a wreck," I answer, "I felt bad for her, so I tried to be nice and ask her if she was okay and she jumped down my throat as usual. I mean, what's her problem?"
"She's an evil little witch," Salem says, "And with that statement, I must now write a letter of apology to every witch in the Other Realm."
"Salem, don't call her names," I answer. Heaven help me, I just leaped to the defense of a girl who hates my guts. What's this world coming to?
"Oh, but I have so much good material," Salem says, "Listen Sabrina, be a doll and get me a salmon will you?"
"Stuff it cat," I say, pointing a finger at Salem, who immediately becomes tied up in a string,
"Ohhh the humanity," Salem says, "This is cruelty to animals I tell you."
"I know the Quizmaster says that I have to show her compassion," I tell him, "But how am I supposed to show compassion for someone who couldn't be less interested in my help?"
"That's the whole point of showing compassion," Zelda says, "Libby is much too vain to admit that she might need help from other people. If you really want to help her, you're going to have to be persistent."
"Yeah, I guess," I tell her, "But sometimes Quizmaster's little life lessons can be a real pain in the neck."
"Well if that's a problem," Quizmaster says, popping into the living room, "I can always schedule you for a free massage."
"Oh great," I say, "And now you're here to give me another quiz?"
"No," Quizmaster says, "I'm here to pass on some information. First of all, I'm glad to see you taking my lesson to heart. Secondly, you're right to be concerned about Libby. Look at this." He points a finger at the TV screen and a display comes up.
"What's this?" I ask.
"It's a record of recent spells," Quizmaster says, "Look at these two." He points again and two spells are highlighted.
"Car failure spell," I read, "Target…hey this is Libby's car."
"Are you sure?" Zelda asks.
"Hey, I have seen her show off that thing every day since she got it," I say, "This is a perfect description of it. No wonder she was walking in the rain."
"Read the second one," Quizmaster says.
"Weather manipulation spell," I say "This is Libby's neighborhood. So someone actually altered the weather to make it rain there?"
"Pretty much," Quizmaster says, "Libby is the common thread between the two. There's a rogue witch out there who has it out for Libby."
"Oh man, then she's really going to need my help," I say, "There's no way she can defend herself against a witch who wants to hurt her."
"The Witches Council is fired up about it," Quizmaster says, "But they can't identify the witch."
"Well," I muse, "I'm sure it has to be someone at school. The car failure was to force Libby to walk to school and the weather spell was to ruin the hair and makeup she's so proud of."
"An attempt to strike at Libby's vanity," Quizmaster agrees, "The kind of thing a rival student would attempt. Good thinking Sabrina."
"It's probably someone who has a grudge against Libby," I say, "Doesn't really narrow it down though. A lot of people at school have a grudge against her. She makes it her life's work to make others miserable."
"Well, there's only one thing you can do if you really want to help her," Quizmaster says.
"Yeah yeah I know," I answer, "I have to be persistent. I'm not going to like it, but I'll do it."
"Glad to hear it," Quizmaster says, "Keep an eye on Libby. Whoever it is will probably want to stick around and watch their work."
"I've been learning a spell that might help," I say, remembering this from the magic book "Libby Chessler is in danger, help me track down an angry magical stranger."
"Magical sensor spell," Quizmaster says, "Nice choice. And you didn't make the incantation too vague either. Nice work Sabrina. I see you've been practicing."
"I try," I answer modestly.
"So you're really going to try and save Libby?" Salem asks.
"Yeah," I tell him, "Which unfortunately means spending lots of quality time with her. I think I had this nightmare before, only I was naked."
"Thanks for sharing that," Quizmaster said, "Okay now I gotta get out of here before I throw up from that disturbing mental image."
"Anytime Quizmaster," I answer as he disappears
"I think you've scarred poor Quizmaster for life," Zelda remarks
"Hey serves him right for being such a pain," I tell her, "I really do hope I can help though. Not even Libby deserves to go through something like this." I'm sure I must look really sad, because both Zelda and Hilda are looking at me with pitying gazes. "Please don't look at me like that," I tell them, "I'm going to be all right. I just hope I can come up with a convincing story for Libby. She's going to want to know why I'm spending so much time with her. "
"You could just tie her up and lock her in a closet," Salem suggests.
"Yeah," Hilda says, "It's a method of protection and a gratuitous play for revenge all in one."
"No, that would be wrong," I point out, "I'm going to protect her without lowering myself to her level."
"That's very big of you," Zelda says, "Try to take care of yourself too though."
"Yeah," I say, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a report to do on the Industrial Revolution."
"Waaaait," Salem says, "Please get me out of this stringy death trap." His signature whine is in his voice again. I casually pointed at Salem and the string releases him. I turn around and walk up to my room, shutting the door behind me.