Sabrina looked over at Hilda. She was sitting back in her chair, her face extremely red. Sabrina felt like crying. She hadn't meant to tell. But it was obviously Hilda. And Sabrina didn't want to be blamed.
"How could you?" yelled Zelda. "You let us believe it was Sabrina! Why didn't you at least write an annonymous note to The Father?"
"Because I always sign my annonymous letters. I forget," she said. "And who says I did it? It wasn't me!"
Everyone in court looked at her.
"OK, so it was me," she said, and sat down. Chatter broke out in the hall.
"Franderty!" yelled Springer. Everyone fell silent. "Hilda Spellman, come to the Box."
Hilda walked to the box where Sabrina was standing silently. Sabrina grinned at Hilda, but Hilda glared back, then looked away. "I suppose you think it's funny," she said, her nose in the air.
"Aunt Hilda..."
"Hilda Reasderny Spellman, you have admitted to stealing valuable cats whiskers." Springer leaned over. "Exactly why did you want them?" he whispered.
"I wanted to sell them to The Bald One," she whispered back.
"Oh right." He got back into his position. "Ahem. Hilda, have you got the whiskers?"
Hilda sighed. "Oh alright," she said. "They're in my pocket."
"Give them to me!"
Hilda handed them over. Salem was crying again. "My Hildy wouldn't steal my whiskers!"
"Hildy?" asked the audience, turning round.
"A-he-he-he-he-he," he said, then fell silent.
"They are definately the whiskers The Father," said the guard.
"Great." He said. "Well then, everyone can go home. After this," he said, and pointed at the cat.
"My whiskers!" he said. "They're back!"
"We can go? Even Hilda?" asked Sabrina.
"Yep. The cat has his whiskers. No harm was done. Bye!"
"But..."
"Come on Sabrina, let's go," said Valerie, pleading. "I don't like him!" She pointed at Springer. He stood up. "Fine. I don't like you," he retorted. "Take care of yourselves-and each other." He waved his hands, and the court vanished.
When Sabrina woke, she was laying on the sofa in her own home. Valerie was on the floor, asleep, and Hilda and Zelda were in the dining room, having an argument. Sabrina crept to the door and earwigged.
"I can't believe you would do such a thing!" said Zelda.
"Why not? He's stolen our privacy. The witches council just plonked him here. I wanted to pay him back."
"Well why couldn't you have given him an Electra-Shock?"
Hilda paused. "Good idea!" she said. "I'll go and get the lightning clouds. You can..."
"Hilda listen to yourself!" said Zelda. "You're turning mean! What is happening to you?"
"I don't know," said Hilda. "I'm not usually like this. Look, let's go get a foghorn and wake up Val."
"NO!" said Sabrina, marching in. "I know what this is. I was reading about this last night in my spell book."
Zelda pressed her hands together, and a smile formed on her face. "You read the magic book!" she exclaimed. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Yeah yeah yeah, thanks for the praise," she said. "Anyway, I bet you didn't know this Aunt Zelda! If someone makes you feel really unhappy, you take it out on other people, and blame them for it, like blaming Salem for being put here."
"Really?" asked Hilda in surprise.
"Yes really," said Sabrina. "It can cause frustration and you just want to really hurt someone."
"Really?"
Sabrina turned round. "Yes, REALLY!" she exclaimed.
Zelda looked thoughtful. "But Hilda wanted to sell them to Baldy One, or whatever his name is. Was that the real reason, Hildy? Hilda?"
"Erm..." she said.
"Well?"
"No. I did it because I felt...mean...and I wanted to hurt someone. Sabrina is right," she said, looking rather ashamed.
"So who is making you feel really unhappy?" asked Zelda.
"Well it could be Michael Douglas. I mean, he did marry Catherine, and he promised me he'd marry ME," said Hilda thoughtfully. "But then again, it could be Beethoven. I think he went deaf on purpose when I was about to play my violin to him. Either that or it's a very big coincidence," she said. "I hated him after that."
"No," said Sabrina. "I doubt it was Beethoven. It could have been Michael-wait a minute-you were going out with him?"
"Oh yes," she said. "I dated him for a few years. Then he started doing more films, and we lost touch."
"Well, it isn't him then," said Zelda.
"I think I know who it is," said Sabrina.
"Who?" asked Zelda. "And how can you be sure?"
"Aunt Hilda," said Sabrina. "You're cross with me aren't you?"
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Sabrina lay down on her bed, sobbing a little. Her thoughts had been true. Hilda was annoyed with Sabrina, because she had invaded on her privacy.
"Knock knock," whispered someone from outside.
"Who's there?" asked Sabrina, her voice a little high and quiet.
"Hilda. I need to talk to you."
Sabrina sighed. "Come in then," she said.
Hilda opened the door and came to sit on Sabrina's bed. "I'm sorry love," she said. "Zelda has worked out a substance to get rid of my jealousy stroke crossness stroke silliness," she said. Sabrina laughed.
"That's a good way of putting it," she said. "Have you got jellitosis?"
"I have Jelly," she said. "A form of jellitosis that isn't as bad and just turns me yellow instead of green."
"Cool," said Sabrina
"I don't think it's cool," she said. "It makes me look like something that has been spat out by a dog."
Sabrina laughed again. "Are you cross with me?2 she asked Hilda.
Hilda gave her a hug. "Of course not," she said. "I love you just as much, maybe more, than your mum loves you. I think my inner self wanted some privacy, but who gives a damn about my inner self?"
Sabrina got up. "Aunt Hilda, can I show you a spell I learnt?" she asked. "I rather think you'll like it. It's called a 5 minute Wonder Spell."
"OK," said Hilda. "I'm sure I've said this before, but they must have upgraded the Magic Book, because I've never heard of that spell before."
"Yeah," said Sabrina, closing her eyes and waving her hands around mystically. "You said it when I got rid of Fear."
Sabrina sat down. "Be silent," she said. I have to say a special rhyme, then the spell you'll need.
Ragine, rogine, far and fer, gristly forocivus fertaduer. Because my aunts mind is twisted and woven, please bring back the great Beethoven! With hearing," she added.
"Oh my God!" she heard her aunt cry. "It's Beethoven!"
Sabrina opened her eyes. An old man sat on her bed, and twiddled his thumbs. "Come on then Hilda," he said. "Play me something!"
"Okay!" said Hilda. She pointed her violin into her arms, and began to play.
"AUNT HILDA!" cried Sabrina. "You're playing the Friends Theme tune!"
Beethoven smiled. "I really like this song," he said. "Play more. And you, girl, you sing."
"Sing!"
"Yes. Go on!"
So Sabrina sang as Hilda played. And Salem came up the stairs as the song nearly finished. This story ends with these words:
"I'll be there for you,
Cos you're there for me too."