Mrs. Quick just stood outside her classroom for a full five minutes. How is this possible? She thought. Sabrina Spellman was her favorite student – she couldn't be a witch. And besides, weren't witches those people with green skin and pointy hats who always wore black robes? Mrs. Quick shook her head. She must have heard wrong. But was she seeing things too? I did see her use magic... It probably wouldn't hurt if she told Willard. Worst comes to worse, he'll just think I'm crazy. Sabrina Spellman is not a witch. She can't be.
Walking into her classroom, Mrs. Quick realized it was filled with students, all talking about the latest news on TV. She went to her desk and called out, "Class, settle down! I have to talk to Mr. Kraft, so while I'm gone sit down in your seats and talk amongst yourselves...quietly." Or do whatever homework you didn't manage to do last night, she thought. Mrs. Quick hurriedly walked to the Vice Principal's office and banged on the door.
Mr. Kraft called out, "Wait a minute, will you? You would think that the Vice Principal would get his own secretary..." he muttered under his breath as he opened the door. He was more than surprised to see Mrs. Quick's frantic face. He was expecting a student. It was, after all, second period – someone must have gotten in trouble already, right? "Mrs. Quick, what's the matter?" He asked with genuine concern. He motioned for her to come into is office and sit down. She did as he sat behind his desk.
A few seconds later, Mrs. Quick found her voice. "Mr. Kraft, I just heard the most amazing conversation three of my students were having. They were in my classroom, and didn't notice I was outside the door..." she proceeded to tell them the whole shocking episode, word for word. After she finished the story, Mr. Kraft just sat back in his chair. At first Mrs. Quick thought he was in shock, then she sighed with relief as a slow smile spread across his face. He then looked as if he was going to get up and jump for joy. "Are you alright, Mr. Kraft?"
He looked at her. "Alright? Alright? Alright cannot describe what I am possibly feeling right now. In fact, I think I am in a state of happiness never before reached by a human being. You know why? Because you have just given me THE answer I've been searching for ever since Sabrina Spellman set foot in this school. Of course – she's a witch! I always knew there was something different, something oddly unsettling about her. Now I finally know that that is, and I can rub it in her face!" His own face filled with an amount of glee that he never felt before, he went over to the intercom, "Sabrina Spellman please come to my office NOW." He sat back in his chair and smiled happily.
Meanwhile, Sabrina Spellman was currently in American History class. The teacher had just announced a pop quiz and was holding up the question paper. Sabrina glanced at Harvey. He motioned her to use her magic...now. Sabrina smiled and nodded. She concentrated and pointed at the quizzes. The teacher was checking over the papers. Suddenly, she scrunched her forehead in confusion. "This is odd..." she said, loud enough for everyone else to hear. "I could have sworn I had the right papers in my hand..." The next five minutes were spent frantically looking for the right papers, of course no where to be seen. "Well...class...I guess we'll have to have our quiz tomorrow." The class silently cheered as Harvey, Valerie, and Sabrina exchanged unnoticeable high fives.
"Nice one, Sabrina." Valerie whispered. "Thanks." Smiling, Sabrina focused her attention once again to the head of the room. Just then, the PA system crackled. "Sabrina Spellman please come to my office NOW." Mr. Kraft seemed unusually happy, despite his booming voice. Everyone turned to look at her. Sabrina glanced at Harvey and Valerie. "You don't think…?" Valerie mouthed. Shrugging, Sabrina walked to the front of the classroom, got a hall pass from the teacher, and, slowly, walked out the door.
As she walked down the hall, Sabrina's thoughts raced through her mind. He couldn't know about me already. He probably just found yet another excuse to give me detention. Yeah, that's it. Sabrina consoled herself as she lightly knocked on the door.
"Come in." Again, Sabrina noticed the lift in Mr. Kraft's tone. "Sit down."
"Is something wrong?" Sabrina sat in the chair next to Mrs. Quick, who she just noticed was there. "What's going on?"
"Ms. Spellman, we have finally found out what you have been hiding from us ever since you started high school. You are a cauldron-stirring, potion-making, broom-riding witch." Smiling, Mr. Kraft crossed one leg over the other.
At first, Sabrina was upset. Then, she realized something. Why should I let this bother me? I knew my secret was going to get out somehow, so I should just accept this. I mean, my feelings aren't going to affect anything Mr. Kraft does. Besides, I know the happier I am, the more miserable he is. So, if I act like everything's ok, it'll drive him nuts. "Yeah, you got me. By the way, brooms were so last century. We ride vacuum cleaners now."
Sabrina's smile grew wider as Mr. Kraft's faded. "You're not, you
know, upset and angry and want to beg me not to tell anyone?" He looked as if someone had just ruined his day.
"No, of course not. It's perfectly ok with me. Tell everyone you want. But thanks for letting me know you found out so I could assure you it didn't bother me." Sabrina turned to get out of her seat.
Mrs. Quick just looked at her, "You mean it's true?"
Sabrina sat back down, "Yeah, sorry, but I was never able to tell anyone before."
Mr. Kraft looked as if he was about to cry, then straightened up. "All right, Ms. Spellman, as long as it doesn't bother you, I'll alert the media. I'm sure they'll love to hear the story about the witch who's been masquerading as a normal high school student."
Sure, Sabrina was alright with the school knowing about her, but the media was an entirely different thing. She told him that, then said, "You know, you could do that, but I'd really hate to have to turn you into a rat." Actually, she'd been wanting to do it ever since she met the man.
A sense of fright came over Mr. Kraft, "Y-you wouldn't...y-you can't..." He stammered.
"Try me." Aiming for the stapler, Sabrina pointed. Thinking she was aiming for him, Mr. Kraft put his hands to his face. Between his fingers, he could see the stapler slowly take the shape of a big, fat, gray rat. Mrs. Quick screamed and ran out of the room. "Just a warning." Sabrina smiled as she walked out the office door.
A few minutes later, Libby Chessler walked in for her usual morning chat with the Vice Principal. You see, she pretended to be principal's pet, and as a result got control over the entire school. To Libby, that made pretending to be a goody-goody worth it. When she walked in, she was surprised to find Mr. Kraft curled up in a ball in the corner of his office. Libby squealed when a rat ran over her feet. "Ew!" she screamed. "Mr. Kraft, what is going on?"
Barely able to respond, Mr. Kraft whispered, "S-Sabrina S-S-Spellman was just here." Helping him up, Libby managed to get the Vice Principal to tell her all the, according to her, juicy details.