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Sabrina's P.O.V.-December 14th, 2011-Sabrina, Melissa and Emily's Bedroom, Spellman's House-12:00 P.M.
"Well, today's the day, Aaron. Today, Quigley and my hybrid flower will be blooming!" Sabrina said, talking to Aaron via phone call.
"That's good. Though, I have to ask this: why did you decide to join a flower festival again? Heck, why do we have one this late in the year?" Aaron asked.
"Because Quigley is still upset about the last time he missed out on important flowers stuff, and I'd figured I join to try and take my mind off recent stuff. And that seems to be the reason why the festival is this late in the year as well," Sabrina said.
"Wish I can do the same." Aaron said.
The reason why they were talking to each other via phone call, instead of Aaron coming over, was due to the multiple news reporters and interviewers still hounding Aaron for exclusive interviews with him. Hence, he's hiding in a...
"I just realize this. When did you bought a underground bunker?" Sabrina asked.
"...Recently. These people keep sending me checks through the mail, Sabrina. Checks! They're paying me just because I ruined Harvey's life and got 100 people killed for not stopping Harvey sooner, and I hate it!" Aaron exclaimed in a panicked tone. From the sounds in the background, it sounds like he was pacing back and forth.
"Aaron, you and I both know you have no involvement in what happened. Surely, your parents had told you the same. In fact, why aren't you hiding in your house?" Sabrina asked.
There was a moment of silence, which made Sabrina thought that Aaron ended the call. Then, she heard what sounded like a chuckle, which contained suppressed bitterness.
"They haven't said anything other than how proud they are that I'm famous. They wouldn't understand why I'm hiding in this bunker, and knowing them, they don't want to. After all, they didn't want to understand some of the stuff that messes me up and prefer to keep it a secret, just like everything about them." Aaron said, hints of resentment and bitterness in his tone.
"Well, maybe if you talk to them, they'll want to know," Sabrina said.
"Yeah. Maybe." Aaron said, seemingly not paying attention to what he heard. "Anyways, see soon. Those 15 days that those 'hounds' have to pursuit me will be up by then." Aaron said, hanging up the phone.
"Man, Fallout makes the concept of underground bunkers seem cool." Sabrina said, before a thought hit her. "Wait, could Aaron be bi-"
"Hey, Sabrina! Don't you and Quigley have that hybrid plant to welcome to the world?" Melissa asked, walking into the room with a big smile.
"Holy Christ, I almost forgot! Thanks, Melissa!" Sabrina exclaimed, hugging her sister/clone as she ran out of the room.
Melissa's(Brief) P.O.V.
Melissa kept the smile on her face until she heard the sound of footsteps running down the stairs. Then she sighed as she let the smile dropped.
"Sorry, Sabrina, but I couldn't let you put two and two together when it comes to how Aaron feels." Melissa said, putting a hand over her heart.
"Half the pain that you two experienced formed because either of you forced the other to admit that you have emotional pain when neither of you had the time to process it, or even know it's there in the first place." Melissa said.
"And since Emily and I used to be a part of you, we know the pain from this sort of thing. So, until Aaron knows what his emotions are, and the cause of them are, I'll have to distract you from asking him until he's ready to open up." Melissa said, before putting on her usual smile.
"This is done out of sibling love. Once you find out what I've done, I hope you know that." Melissa said as she left the room.
Everyone's P.O.V.-Living Room
"Okay, Sabrina. I think it's time to check on our handiwork," Quigley said, as he and Sabrina stood in front of the coffee table. On it was something covered in a domed-shaped lamp.
"You really think it's ready?" Sabrina asked eagerly.
"Absolutely! After four days under this ultraviolet light, our little plant should have reached the peak of its growth cycle!" Quigley states excitedly.
"This is so exciting!" Sabrina said, clapping in joy.
"And everyone rejoiced. Yay," Emily deadpanned, sarcastically clapping her hands.
"Show some more emotion, Emily." Melissa said, elbowing Emily in the sides.
"For a plant?" Emily asked.
"Did I stutter?" Melissa asked, narrowly her eyes.
"N-No. I mean, yay, the plant is alive." Emily said, clapping. "This hurts," she added under her breath.
"See what a little positive emotion can do?" Melissa asked with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah." Emily said. "Especially the way you looked when Sabrina was full from last night's dinner," she muttered, causing Sabrina and Quigley to exchanged a brief look of fear.
"I didn't catch that," Melissa said.
"It was nothing," Emily quickly said.
"Anyways," Sabrina said, changing the subject, "just think, Great-Uncle Quig. You've created a whole new kind of plant!" Sabrina said, as Quigley rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"And because of your invaluable help, I've decided to name it after both of us." Quigley said.
"Really?" Sabrina asked, surprised.
"Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time, anywhere, Sabrina and Quigley presents the Squiggly!" Quigley announced, taking the lamp of the plant, revealing...a stalk with two leaves.
"That's it?" Sabrina asked, pointing at the Squiggly.
"Now, now. Looks aren't everything. A hybrid like this must be admired for its proportion, its personality, its foliage!" Quigley said.
Suddenly, Sabrina's iPod started blasting its ringtone, and the odd thing was that the sound was coming from somewhere in the room. However, Sabrina was sure that she left it in her bedroom.
Emily pulled something out of her pocket, revealing to be the iPod, and check the screen, silencing the tone instantly.
"Wow, Aaron really hated the name for the plant," Emily said.
"Wait, you told him? And even worst, you stole the iPod?!" Sabrina asked.
"Well, I can't steal something that the three of us share," Emily said, pointing at herself, Melissa and Sabrina to indicate the three that she was meaning. "And as for telling him the name of the plant, well, I'd figured I keep him up to date. Here, you can see the text from him if you want." Emily said, handing over the iPod.
Sabrina checked the text from Aaron, which read, 'Squiggly? Not to be rude, but that sounds like something you say to make people nauseous. I think maybe you and Quigley should think of a different name.'
"Normally, I make fun of his ideas if they sound stupid or if he doesn't apply them to himself, but he has a point Quigley," Sabrina said.
"But it's a great name. And it will be a great hit at the Botanicum Floribunda." Quigley said.
"Or, we can name it after mom. You know, to honor her memory." Sabrina suggested.
"Hmm. You know, that's a great idea. A beautiful flower like ours having a beautiful name like your mother's will show people its personality," Quigley said, watering the newly dubbed Diana.
"So, what's so important about this Botanicum Floribunda?" Emily asked.
"It's Greendale Garden Society's most important flower event of the year. Normally, it's reserved for the springtime, but due to recent events, they decided to host it this late, indoors, to help take everyone's minds off the, well, tragic events." Sabrina explained.
"And I'll guarantee that the Diana will knock their socks off!" Quigley said, slamming the watering can on the table, causing one of the leaves to fall off the Diana plant.
"Hey, everyone! Mail call!" Hilda exclaimed, walking into the living room. "Man, look at all this witch junk mail," she added, looking at the pile of mail, both magical and normal, in her arms.
"Publisher's Scaring House, a new barbecued bat joint, a coupon for two free warts." Hilda listed the junk mail as she threw them into the trash can. Then she saw a package with Zelda's name.
"Hey, Zelda! Your invisible cloak came!" Hilda exclaimed, getting Zelda's attention as she entered the room and accepted the package from Hilda.
Zelda opened the package and pulled out the cloak, which was a transparent pink cloak. "Sure looked different in the catalogue," she said, looking disappointed at the cloak.
Hilda threw the rest of the mail into the trash, excluding one envelope. "Look, here's a letter from Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandpa Gandalf." Hilda said, pulling out the letter from the envelope.
"My, that's a lot of greats," Quigley commented.
"Yeah, especially since we don't know who he is," Emily said.
"Oh yeah. Forgot you and Melissa have been here for a short time so far. Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandpa Gandalf, or Grandpa Gandalf, as we call him to make it easier for us, is not only one of our relatives, but also the oldest warlock ever. In fact, supposedly, he's been around since the Ice Age were a thing. Plus, the last time he was here was when I was a toddler." Sabrina whispered-explained to Emily and Melissa.
"Well, at least we know how old he is," Melissa said with a smile.
"I guess that's an answer," Emily added.
"It says he's coming for a visit." Hilda said, reading the letter.
"Uh oh. I can feel my cheeks being pinched already. Last time, it took two weeks for them to pop back out." Sabrina said.
When Melissa and Emily started silently giggling behind her, Sabrina added, "And I'm sure Emily and Melissa knows the feeling as well," which caused them to shut up.
"I just love hearing his stories about the old days. Fascinating." Zelda said.
"Yeah, maybe the first thousand times. Then again, those stories are one of the reasons why you and Madison connect the way you did, and in a good way," Hilda said.
However, looking at the letter, Hilda realize something. "Hey, wait. There's more. 'P.S. enclosed. Please find me'," she read, checking the envelope in confusion while shaking it.
Another piece of paper fell out and landed on the floor. "Ow!" exclaimed a muffled voice.
"Oh god, the paper is possessed!" Emily exclaimed, pulling out a lighter from her pocket and flicking it on.
"No, it's just Paper Mario." Melissa said with glee as she moved Emily's hand, which is holding the lighter, away from the paper.
The paper soon glowed with magic, unfolding to reveal... "Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandpa Gandolf!" Sabrina, Hilda and Zelda exclaimed in shock as Gandalf was free from the paper, appearing in physical form, rubbing his head from the pain of being dropped as a piece of paper.
"Aw, I thought it was Paper Mario," Melissa pouted, disappointed that Paper Mario didn't decide to make a visit to the house.
"Well, the paper is possessed," Emily assured, mainly herself, as she patted Melissa on the shoulder.
"Hey there, family!" Gandolf said joyfully as he went to hug Zelda.
"Grandpa Gandalf, it's wonderful to see you!" Zelda said, returning the hug.
"Zelda, you're prettier than ever. And more happier than I've seen in years," Gandalf complimented Zelda.
"And how's my favorite little Dribble Chin?" he asked, turning around to pinch Sabrina's cheek.
"Uh, Grandpa Gandalf? About that nickname..." Sabrina began, as Emily and Melissa giggle behind her. "I was two," she finished, giving Emily and Melissa brief glares that silenced them.
"Oh, looky here. Grandpa brought you a shiny new nickel," Gandalf said, pulling out a nickel and giving it to Sabrina.
"Well, the economy will bow to the might of a nickel," Emily snarked.
"Actually, we can get some stuff with a nickel," Melissa said.
"And this is why sarcasm is more death than Latin," Emily said.
Gandalf noticed the two for the first time, but wasn't shocked at all. Instead, he glanced towards Zelda's direction and ask, "Let me guess, you cloned Dribble Chin?"
"Yep," Zelda replied.
"Thought so. To be fair, I thought Edward was a clone of Warwick the first time around," Gandalf mused.
"Wait, what?" Sabrina asked, shocked. Emily and Melissa were shocked too, but for a different reason: they were shocked that Gandalf wasn't surprised by their existence.
"And for my favorite flower, Hilda," Gandalf said, turning around to face Hilda, "here's your favorite flowers: snapdragons." Gandalf finished, pulling out an empty flower pot and held it out to Hilda.
Gandalf used his magic to try and conjure up the flowers. However, what was conjured were four dragons, who flew out of the flower pot and flew in various directions, causing everyone, excluding Gandalf to scream as all of them, except Gandalf, attempted to run from the dragons. The dragons started burning various stuff in the room, like the furniture, turning them to ashes. A picture of Salem was also burned to ashes, but nobody was ever going to complain about that, so the dragons did one act of a good deed for the day.
"Whoopsie. Guess I left out the snap part." Gandalf said, realizing his mistake.
"Allow me." Zelda said as she zapped the dragons with her magic, disintegrating them into nothing.
The other members of the Spellman family walked back to the area of the living room where Zelda and Gandalf were standing.
"Sorry, Hilda. Say, maybe you'd rather have some tiger lillies." Gandalf suggested.
"No!" exclaimed everyone else, not wanting the room to be in worst shape than it already was. Also, they valued their lives, so they'd rather have those too.
Soon, everyone was bringing Gandalf's luggage upstairs to the guest bedroom. Well, everyone except Gandalf, who was riding on his chest, being carried by Hilda and Zelda.
"So, what brings you to Greendale, Gramps?" Hilda asked, straining from the heavy chest even with Zelda's help, which Gandalf being on it was not making the chest any lighter.
"I got a notice in the mail. It's time to renew my witching license." Gandalf explained.
"Has it been another 200 years already?" Zelda asked.
"And what's a witching license?" Sabrina asked.
"Finally, a question that we can agree on," Emily said.
"Same," Melissa agreed.
"It's a license that allows warlocks and witches to use magic freely for 200 years." Zelda explained. "Anyways, don't they usually give the witchery exam at the NetherWorld DMV?" Zelda asked Gandalf.
"Yep. Department of Magical Vocations," Gandalf affirmed. "But they have to shut it down this month. The place was infested," he explained.
"You mean, with bugs?" Sabrina asked, once everyone was at the top of the staircase.
Gandalf jumped off the chest. "Worst. Elves." Gandalf said as Hilda and Zelda put the chest on the floor. "Night and day, day and night, a constant cobbling. It was driving them up the wall. So, for now, they moved the test to the Greendale Office, which means I can visit my favorite relatives, and get to know the new ones." Gandalf explained happily.
"Well, you're always welcome here, Grandpa Gandalf." Zelda said.
"In fact, in your honor, I'll make a special 'Welcome Grandpa' dinner tonight! Let me show you to your room," Quigley offered, as he led Gandalf down the hall to the guest room.
"Well, I would be upset about having my plans cancelled, but I don't have any plans." Sabrina said.
"There goes my plan of keeping sarcasm from dying." Emily said.
"Emily, you can keep a language from dying another time. Family come first," Zelda said, before realizing the first sentence. "Wait, what did I say?"
"Come on, Emily. This is a perfect time for us to know more about the magic side of the family." Melissa said.
"Fine," Emily groaned.
"Glad you agreed, 'Dribble Chin The Second'." Hilda teased as she left.
"Great. Now I'm stuck with an embarrassing nickname." Emily said.
"Yeah, but at least you gotten it recently. I had it for 10 years." Sabrina points out.
"...Touche," Emily conceded.
"So I'm 'Dribble Chin The Third', right?" Melissa asked.
"That's not something to be proud of!" Emily exclaimed as she, Melissa and Sabrina walked down the stairs.
1 Hour Later-Kitchen
"So I say to the pharaoh, 'What's with this sphinx thing? Is it a cat? Is it a person? Make up your mind!'" Gandalf recounted one of his stories to the family, who were eagerly listening. Well, most of them were. Hilda and Sabrina were bored, but at least both of them were paying attention to the story. Emily had her face on the table, attempting to, in her own words, block out the boringness of the night. It wasn't working.
"But then Cleopatra comes in, and I forgot all about the sphinx. She was a looker, I'll tell you," Gandalf continued.
"You knew Cleopatra?" Quigley asked excitedly, like a child on Christmas morning.
"Knew her? Are you kidding/ That girl was crazy about me!" Gandalf said, reminiscing about his days in Ancient Egypt.
Ancient Egypt-Sometime between 51-30 B.C.E.-Gandalf's P.O.V.
"We spent so many hours cruising down the Nile together. I got waterlogged." Gandalf said, as the memory showed a much younger Gandalf, a warlock who seems to be in his late teens or early 20s, despite being older than that, sunbathing next to Cleopatra, being fanned by a servant.
"But the court wizard, boy, was he jealous. And so was that Caesar fellow." Gandalf continued as his younger self opened his eyes, only to gasp in surprise at what he was seeing: Julius Caesar, seething in anger, giving the court wizard a command that Gandalf couldn't make out. Nodding, yet sneering once he turned away from Caesar, the court wizard extended his palms outwards.
"I don't know what Caesar wanted, but the court wizard decided that he wanted to get even by making a Hole of Nothingness." Gandalf explained, as the court wizard conjured up a minature black hole made out of magic.
"What's a Hole of Nothingness?" Zelda asked, confused.
"What, you don't have those in Greendale? Well, it's a big black hole made out of nothing. And it sucks up everything in sight. A real pain." Gandalf explained, as the court wizard made the magical black hole bigger and sent it into the town.
Sucking up the town, it planted itself in the ground and started to try and suck up everything in the surrounding area, including the boat with past Gandalf and Cleopatra on it. Julius Caesar give the court wizard a death glare, looking like he wanted to throttle the court wizard at the moment.
"So, what did you do?" Zelda asked.
"Well, everyone panicked, but not me." Gandalf boasted, as the memory showed that his past self, gripping onto the ship's mast tightly, was giving the magical black hole a death glare.
"I knew a Hole of Nothingness when I saw one." Gandalf continued as the memory shows that the ship was about to be sucked into the magical black hole. "I stood up and faced the hole. With a mighty wave of my arms, I cast a spell." Gandalf added, as the memory shows him standing up determined and waving his arms around, conjuring up a bit of blue magic. Then he send it to the Hole of Nothingness, plugging it up with a pyramid.
"The Hole of Nothingness was plugged forever!" Gandalf said as the memory shows that the hole and the pyramid disappeared, never being seen again.
"Naturally, Cleopatra was thankful," Gandalf concluded his story, as the memory showed Cleopatra kissing Gandalf on the cheek.
Present Time-December, 2011-Kitchen, Spellmans' Residence-Everyone's P.O.V.
"My, that was exciting!" Quigley said, awed by the story. Then, standing up, Quigley said, "Well, if everyone's done eating, Sabrina, Emily, Melissa, it's you three's turn to do the dishes."
"What? Oh, right, dishes. At least it'll be like watching paint dry," Emily said, relieved that the 'boringness' had ended.
"You hate watching paint dry," Melissa points out.
"Plus, you never helped out with the dishes," Sabrina added.
"I do too! Groaning about doing it makes time fly faster," Emily replied as she, Sabrina and Melissa began to stand up.
"Please, allow me!" Gandalf insisted, standing up. "Here's a little spell I used at King Arthur's round table. Though, I don't know why everyone was singing about Camelot." Gandalf said.
Stepping a couple feet backwards from the table, Gandalf used his magic to gather the dishes in the tablecloth and levitate it above the table. "Presto cleano!" Gandalf recited as he made the tablecloth spin rapidly.
However, the tablecloth soon dropped onto the table with the sound of broken glass. The tablecloth unfurled itself revealing broken dishes. Clean, true, but they were broken.
"Whoopsies. I forgot. Back then, we had metal plates." Gandalf said sheepishly as Quigley gave him an angry glare.
"I can see why he needs to renew his license. He's a menace," Emily whispered.
"Emily, don't make fun of Gandalf's memory problems!" Melissa whispered-scolded, slapping Emily on the arm.
"Ow," Emily grumbled, rubbing the sore spot.
The Next Day-Greendale Botancium Floribunda Show, Greendale Gardening Community Building, Downtown Greendale
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Greendale Garden Club's Annual Botancium Floribunda Flower Festival." A female's voice on the announcer greeted everyone who came to the show. "Judging on the hybrid entries will begin immediately," she added.
The Spellman family were standing next to the Diana plant that Sabrina and Quigley spent days to ensure its blossom into the world. Yet, Sabrina had a nervous expression.
"Gee, the competition looks pretty stiff this year. Think we had a chance?" Sabrina asked Quigley.
Before Quigley could respond, Gandalf decided to put in his two cents. "Now, I'll tell you what I told Custer: 'Hey, what could go wrong?' I also said, 'This looks like a good spot for a picnic', but that's another story." Gandalf said.
Just then, the family heard the judges coming. "Hmm. Very good. Hmm, passable, passable," said one of the judges, a elderly woman, as she and the other two, who were a brunette and a blonde, walked by the plants, jotting down notes as they judged said plants.
"Well, this is it!" Quigley said.
"Wish us luck!" Sabrina said.
"You'll need more than luck," Emily said, glancing at the Diana plant.
"Emily, do I need to show you those positivity videos again?" Melissa asked.
"If they didn't work before, they won't work now," Emily scoffed.
"Dang it," Melissa said as the judges arrived at the table where the Diana plant is.
"Good heavens, what is that?" asked the elderly judge, looking unimpressed at the plant.
"It's a hybrid of trailing arbutus. We called it 'Diana'." Quigley proclaimed excitedly while Sabrina gave the judges a nervous chuckle along with a forced, nervous smile.
"Hmph, I'd called it a weed," the elderly judge sneered as Sabrina and Quigley gasped in shock. "Perhaps you meant to enter it in the compost and crabgrass division," the elderly judge continue to kick the two Spellman down with her words.
The three judges proceeded to laugh, as if they were sooo funny, forgetting that the real purpose of the festival was to spread good times to forget the recent tragedy, not mock people's efforts. Then again, these judges were part of the rich folks who never had to suffer with the rest of the people on that day, so they think they can mock people and ignore the good intentions of the festival just to do what they want.
"But..." Quigley began to say, but the judges waved him off and walked away, still laughing.
"Oh, poor Quigley." Sabrina said.
"Normally, I would enjoy that display, but only I get to do that," Emily said.
"Well, at least it's family bonding. So I'll let that slide," Melissa said.
"Now, don't you worry bout a thing. That plant just need a little perking up. And I got just the spell," Gandalf said, putting a hand on his chin in a thoughtful manner.
"Uh, Grandpa? Maybe you shouldn't," Sabrina said, worried. Not just because of Gandalf's spells being a bit...wonky, to put it nicely, but also because they were in public, in a building full of normal people. This is usually against one of the rules Enchantra put on magic users to ensure nothing bad happened.
However, Gandalf either didn't heard or ignored Sabrina's concerns as he gathered magical energy and zapped the Diana plant with it. Quigley didn't noticed due to wiping tears from his eyes at the exact moment magic went into the Diana plant.
Soon, the plant started 'perking up' alright. It started growing rapidly, like a beanstalk. "Goodness! What's happening?!" Quigley asked, shocked by what he, and the other Spellman family members, were witnessing.
"It's a little spell I've learned from Jack. You know, the beanstalk guy?" Gandalf said as the Diana beanstalk started to grow itself past the table, while Hilda, Zelda and Emily gasped in shock and horror.
"What is going on here?" asked the elderly judge, annoyed that her plans of mocking someone else's plant was being interrupted. Her annoyance soon changed into horror as she and the person who owned the plant, a male who dropped said plant, screamed in horror as they ran away from the growing Diana-stalk.
Soon, the building was filled with screams of terrified, running people, and parts of the growing Diana-stalk as it tipped over multiple tables, causing the other plants to fall to the ground. The floor was covered in broken pottery, soil and crushed flowers. The Diana-stalk grabbed the elderly judge and threw her into the indoor fountain, soaking her from head to toe as she spat out some water.
"Now that's a plant you can write home about." Gandalf said, treating the entire situation like a casual afternoon.
"Oh, no. Oh dear!" Quigley exclaimed as he ran over to the fountain, intending on helping the elderly judge out of it.
"Grandpa, make it stop!" Sabrina pleaded, gripping Gandalf by the shoulder.
"Oh, right. Now, let's see. How does that stopping spell go again?" Gandalf asked himself, rubbing his head and chin, trying to remember the stopping spell.
While that was going on, the Diana-stalk burst through the windows, wrapping itself around the building. Everyone started to scream as they attempted to run to the door, only to be block by the Diana-stalk.
"Hurry, Grandpa! Hurry!" Sabrina exclaimed.
"Before we all die from being crushed to death!" Emily added, starting to sound hysterical.
"Emily, calm down." Melissa advised.
"Calm? I am calm! You're not being calm!" Emily shouted.
"You're being hysterical," Melissa said before slapping Emily in the face.
"Ow. Hey, that worked." Emily said, rubbing her cheek.
"You're still hysterical," Melissa said, slapping Emily's face again.
"I get the feeling you wanted to that," Emily said, rubbing the other cheek.
"Maybe. You won't get any answer from me." Melissa said.
"Relax youngsters. No need to get carried away," Gandalf said.
However, he turned out to be wrong about that. The Diana-stalk grabbed a water tower and tipped it on its side, sending water into the building. Sabrina, Emily and Melissa screamed as the three of them, and Gandalf, got swept away by the freezing cold water, along with everyone else.
A Few Hours Later-Living Room, Spellmans' Residence-Evening
"What a disaster! If Quigley haven't used an axe, that plant would still be growing," Hilda said. The five Spellman female were in the living room, drying themselves off with towels, hair dryers and the fireplace, while changing into dry clothes.
"Not to mention Janice using the back-up heaters to keep everyone from freezing to death," Zelda added.
"I said it before, the old guy is a menace." Emily said.
"Before, I would've argued against that. After today, I have to agree." Sabrina said.
"But guys, he's trying. Just because he's magic doesn't mean he has the cure to age and memory problems. He's just a human being like us, and we should treat him as such." Melissa argued.
"Doesn't matter if he found the Holy Grail, Melissa! We gotta do something!" Emily argued.
Before Emily and Melissa could argue, Zelda intervene. "Look, drop it both of you. All of us just needs to be patient. Gandalf will be heading back to his home soon enough once he passes his witchery test." Zelda said.
"Yeah the odds of that happening are exactly the odds of any of us becoming millionaires: none! We all saw what he's done at the garden festival. There's no way he's gonna pass the test!" Emily argued.
"Hate to say, Aunt Zelda, but Emily has a point. I know we all used magic in public, but we at least make sure that the coast was clear. Grandpa Gandalf didn't do that, and he's used to the old laws that he might not want to pass due to the new ones." Sabrina said.
"So, in a nutshell, we're calling him old? Because if so, that was my intention." Emily said.
"You don't need to be rude, Emily." Melissa said.
"I'm being blunt and honest. Don't hate me for calling them as I see them." Emily retorted.
"I agree with Dribble Chin 2.0. Which is why we have to help him," Hilda said, as Emily grumbled about the nickname.
"Help who?" Gandalf asked, walking in.
Zelda gasped in surprise for a moment. "Oh, um, hi, Grandpa. We were just saying that maybe we should help you, uh, practice for your witchery test." Zelda said with a smile.
"Me? Practice for the test? Why, I've been a warlock since dirt was new! I should be giving this test!" Gandalf stated, feeling insulted by the idea of needing to train for a test he'd taken multiple times.
"But Grandpa!" Sabrina began to explain.
"Don't 'But Grandpa' me! You think I'm too old, don't you?!" Gandalf demanded.
Hilda, Zelda, Sabrina and Melissa insisted that they don't think such. Emily was about to insist the opposite, but Melissa and Sabrina put their hands on Emily's mouth, preventing her from saying such.
"Well, I won't practice, and that's final!" Gandalf declared. "I've never been in better magical condition, and I'll prove it!" he added, before raising his fist to the sky.
"Here and there, there and here! Make myself disappear," Gandalf recited as a burst of magical cloud appear, engulfing Gandalf. The cloud soon vanished, revealing Gandalf, still visible, but with most of his clothes gone, leaving only his boxers.
Sabrina, Zelda and Hilda covered their eyes. "Oh my gosh." Sabrina said.
"Welp, this calls for the bleach," Emily deadpanned as she walked out of the room.
"Emily, for the last time, no bleach! If we can't use bleach on our eyes then you can't as well!" Melissa said, running after Emily.
"But this is important," Emily's voice whined from outside the door.
"No!" Melissa's voice shouted.
"Don't be alarmed. I'm still here, but I'm completely invisible," Gandalf assured, not realizing that he wasn't invisible and he was undergoing a wardrobe malfunction. "Yep, I still got it," he said, walking out of the room.
"And we see it." Hilda quipped as she, Zelda and Sabrina uncovered their eyes.
"I will need therapy to get that picture out of my memory," Emily said as she and Melissa walked back into the room.
"Unless I give a video copy of it to America's Home Funniest Videos or Ridiculousness, then it'll be a hilarious therapy session," Melissa said, trying to see the silver lining in this cloud.
"Gee, thanks. Now I'm scarred by a naked old guy and will be made fun for being related to him. Thanks for that bright future, Melissa." Emily said dryly.
"You're welcome," Melissa said, ignoring Emily's snarkiness.
"But even worse, we'll be stuck with him forever! You heard him, he won't practice! We're doomed!" Emily said.
"Then we'll just make him practice." Hilda said, coming up with a plan.
"But we haven't taken a witchery exam in 150 years, Hilda! I don't even remember what's on it! And they had added some stuff to the test and removed some more during that time, we don't know what could be on that test at this point!" Zelda pointed out.
"Oh, Zelda. Enchantra haven't changed anything from our test, because she's taken the same one. And don't worry, because I had the perfect study aid." Hilda assured.
30 Minutes Later-Basement
"When you said we were watching a movie, Sabreeny, I thought we were watching something good, like Mel Brooks or Monty Python. Not an educational film. If I wanted to watch those films, I would be in school, passed out right now," Aaron said, giving Sabrina an unamused expression.
"Well, we might need this for when we take the test eventually. Plus, this movie is a good thing. It'll help Grandpa Gandalf renew his witchery license." Sabrina said.
"1.) We won't be able to take the test until we're in our 20s, so using that excuse is pointless. Not to mention we'll forget what we've learned from the video. And 2.), isn't your 4 times Great-Grandpa Gandalf an adult? He's allowed to make his own decisions regarding how he wants to prepare for a test." Aaron said.
"I think we can use any advantage at our disposal for every situation, no matter how far down the line they are. And I know Gandalf thinks he can pass the test, but his magic is a bit...wonky." Sabrina said.
Before Aaron could say anything else, Hilda shushed everyone as she turned off the lights and turned on the video. It was a black and white film, shot from the Wild West Era. The title of the film was 'So You Want To Be A Warlock/Witch, Pardner?' and below it was the word 'Copyright 1762', showing when the movie was made.
"Netherworld Films in association with Screamworks." A old warlock with a western accent said, wearing an Wild West attire. The last portion of his sentence was repeated as the film was somewhat buggy due to age.
"So, you want to be a warlock or a witch, pardner? Howdy, and welcome. In this fast-paced world of horse-drawn carriages and gun-drawn showdowns, your study time might be limited. But have no fear, pardner, for this film will teach you everything you need to pass that gosh-dang witchery exam," explained the warlock from the film.
"This is perfect," Sabrina said with a smile.
"Eh, it's no Blazing Saddles." Aaron said with a bored expression.
"Hilda, why do you have a Wild West Era film?" Emily asked.
"I had a crush on the guy from the film," Hilda said.
"Forget I asked." Emily said with a look of disgust on her face.
"Let's begin, shall we?" asked the warlock in the film as he grabbed the title card and removed it, revealing another card. It reads 'Levitation'.
"The first skill we'll focus on is levitation. During your witchery exam, you'll be asked to make a heavy object rise into the air," the warlock said, as another warlock demonstrated the skill by levitating a horse and the carriage that it was attached to, before setting the two back on the ground.
Hilda, Zelda and Sabrina clapped while giving each other smirks, already coming up with ways to trick Gandalf into practicing his levitating skills.
"On your test, you'll also be required to pass yourself through solid objects, in case of emergencies. Like so," explained the warlock from the film, as the demonstration warlock went into a mine shaft. A witch, wearing a Wild West dress, blew up the the entrance to the mine using magic. However, the demonstration warlock phased through the rubble, dusting himself off as the witch clapped at his effort.
Hilda, Zelda and Sabrina gave each other a thumbs up, already forming ideas for how to get Gandalf to train his phasing skills as well.
The film started to have statics in the background, yet the warlock and the next card, which reads 'Controlling The Weather', was visible.
"All warlocks and witches must be able to change the weather to benefit both themselves and the gold diggers around them. This step is the most important," said the warlock.
The demonstration warlock, in the middle of the hot desert with the gold diggers, conjured up a rainstorm, making it rain. Everyone cheered at the relief from the heat of the sun. Sabrina, Hilda and Zelda had a thoughtful expression on their face, trying to figure out how to get Gandalf to practice that skill. Then, Sabrina remembered the car in the driveway and whispered her idea to Hilda and Zelda.
Once the film ended, the three Spellman witches stood up, ideas planned out in their heads and smirks on their faces.
"So, we have everything planned out?" Hilda asked.
"Yeah," Zelda and Sabrina answered, nodding.
"Then let's help Gandalf train for that witchery exam!" Hilda said, as she, Sabrina and Zelda ran up the stairs.
"Emily and I will help," Melissa said, as she grabbed Emily's arm and started heading upstairs with the latter in tow.
"Why?" Emily asked.
"Because Gandalf is part of the family, and we help each other out," Melissa said as the two went up the stairs.
"...Guess I'm the bench warmer," Aaron said with a smile, staying where he was sitting at.
(Madi: Well, I know a setup for a montage when I see one. Time to bust out the montage machine! *Pulls out the montage machine*
Aaron: You know that thing doesn't work with flashbacks, right?
Madi: Way to ruin my fun! *Leaves the montage machine*
Aaron: *Checks to see if the coast was clear before grabbing the montage machine* However, since this is my flashback we're talking about, I'm doing a montage! *Presses a button on the montage machine. It does nothing* Aw.
Madi: Now you know how it feels.
Aaron: Madi, please shut up.)
Soon, Hilda was in the kitchen cooking something. Gandalf was in the room, at Hilda's request.
"Thanks for helping me make dessert, Grandpa Gandalf." Hilda said. "Can you hand me some milk, please?" she asked.
"Sure thing," Gandalf said as he opened the fridge to grab the milk.
"And while you're at it, I need some butter, applesauce, and six pineapples." Hilda said, trying to get Gandalf to levitate the stuff using magic.
"Uh, well, okay." Gandalf said, as he grabbed the stuff.
"Oh, and I also need a dozen eggs, right away. Just levitate them here." Hilda added, smirking now. Surely, Gandalf have to use his magic to levitate all that stuff, right?
"Coming right up." Gandalf said, using magic to grab the eggs and levitate them over to Hilda. Unfortunately, the eggs stopped above Hilda's head, much to her shock. Before she, or Gandalf, could do anything to stop the eggs, the eggs fell onto Hilda's head, splatting all over her hair.
Oh well, at least he levitated the eggs. Hilda said in her thoughts, looking at the silver lining in the cloud.
Later, as Gandalf was sitting on a chair on the porch, enjoying the view of the night sky, Zelda opened the door. "Grandpa Gandalf, can I talk to you for a moment?" Zelda asked.
"Yeah, sure thing, sweetie. Be right in," Gandalf said, standing up.
Zelda closed the door and locked it, silently giggling to herself. This plan of hers was a foolproof one determined to ensure that Gandalf would use his magic to phase his way into the house. As she ran to the back of the kitchen, Gandalf tried opening the door, only to discovered it was locked.
"Hello? Zelda?" Gandalf called out as he tried to open the door, thinking that Zelda accidentally locked it.
As Hilda entered the kitchen, wanting to see how Zelda's plan would turned out, Zelda turned around and gave her sister the shush gesture, not wanting Gandalf to know of the plan. Nodding, Hilda pretend to zipped up her mouth.
"Well, there's more than one way to enter a house," Gandalf said, slightly annoyed by the locked door. Gandalf decided to phased through the door.
Hilda and Zelda, both having heard the sound of magical phasing, gave each other a grin.
"Zelda, you wanted to see me?" Gandalf called out.
"I'm in here, Grandpa Gandalf!" Zelda called back.
Gandalf managed to phased through the door...mostly. However, his right foot was stuck. Giving the foot a frown, Gandalf pulled it through, phasing through the door completely.
However, he either didn't notice or didn't care about the sudden breeze on his feet, nor the feeling of the cold floor as his shoe fell off. Gandalf just walked away without a care in the world, probably knowing that Zelda didn't have a question to ask him.
Both Hilda and Zelda had a look of dejection on their faces. "Well, let's hope that Sabrina's plan works." Hilda said.
"At this point, it'll be a miracle." Zelda said.
Later, Sabrina and Quigley were outside, in the driveway. "Sabrina, normally I'd asked you to wash the car, but that's during the day. Why do you want to do it at night?" Quigley asked.
"Um, you know, to make it glow in the dark?" Sabrina said with a nervous smile.
Quigley thought about it for a moment, before smiling. "Ah, the joys of chillhood: the creativity that kids come up with. Well, I'll let you get to it if you want. Just let me know if you want to finish it tomorrow morning." Quigley said.
"I will," Sabrina said. Soon, Quigley went inside. Waiting a few more minutes to be sure that Quigley wouldn't be coming outside again, Sabrina decided to enact her plan.
"Oh, my. The hose isn't working. How am I going to wash Quigley's car so that it could glow?" Sabrina said in an over dramatic tone.
Gandalf, who was using the lights from the porch to read the comic, overheard Sabrina's 'plight' and stood up. "Now, don't you worry, I'll help you out with a little rain." Gandalf assured. Using his magic, Gandalf conjured up a rain cloud above Quigley's car, washing the car with rain water.
"Wow!" Sabrina said, amazed. Not just because of the display of magic, but also because her plan was actually working!
However, her burst of joy disappeared when she heard Gandalf saying "Uh oh." Gasping in shock, Sabrina saw, to her horror, the car being turned into ashes by lightning.
"Well, I did promise it would glow in the dark." Sabrina said to herself, before running to get Hilda and Zelda. They needed to fix the car before Quigley could see the damage.
Meanwhile-Aaron's P.O.V.-Basement
"Well, bench warming is a good job, but it's a boring job. Time to put on some entertainment." I said as I pulled out my iPod and started looking for movies that I've downloaded.
Soon, Emily ran down the stairs. "Please, help me! Hide me from Melissa!" Emily pleaded.
I raised an eyebrow. "And why would I do that?" I asked.
"Because I just want to sit back and make sarcastic comments!" Emily said.
Right at that moment, Melissa came into the basement.
"There you are. Stop bothering Aaron and help us with getting Gandalf to practice." Melissa said, dragging Emily upstairs.
"But why?" Emily whined.
"Because Gandalf is part of our family and family helps each other out." Melissa replied.
"Help me!" Emily called out to me as she was taken upstairs.
"Help. Police. Murder." I deadpanned as I scrolled through my movie list.
"Hmm, which one shall I go with: a Mel Brooks film or a Monty Python film?" I debated.
Suddenly, my iPod vibrated as I got a call. I answered the call and held the iPod to my ear.
"This is a robbery." A guy said on the other end. Suspense music played in the background until I hanged up.
"Monty Python it is." I said, turning on a Monty Python film.
The Next Day-Everyone's P.O.V.-2nd Floor, Spellman's Residence
As Gandalf admired himself in the mirror, wearing a black tuxedo and dress pants, his best outfit, Sabrina, Hilda, Zelda, Melissa and Emily peeked inside the room before moving back out into the hallway. The five Spellman females were standing in a circle.
"Well, today's the day. Do you think he's ready?" Hilda asked.
"I guess he's as ready as he'll ever be." Zelda said, clasping her hands together.
"As long as he gets the test over and done with, I'm fine with anything," Emily said, yawning.
"Guess we stayed up a bit last night, huh?" Melissa said.
"A 'bit' is a understatement. But I'm too tired to be sarcastic right now, so I'm just going to get some more shut eye," Emily said, walking back to the room she shared with Melissa and Sabrina.
"Why do I get the feeling you and Emily stayed up on purpose?" Sabrina asked.
"Just so she won't make things worse with her dry remarks," Melissa explained simply.
"...Touche." Sabrina conceded. "Anyways, see you soon." Sabrina said to Melissa as Gandalf, wearing a black cloak over his clothes, walked out of the room.
As revealed earlier that morning, Gandalf asked Sabrina if she wanted to accompanied him to his witchery exam so she could see how the process would go. That way, she knows what to do when it was time for her own exam. So, using this as an opportunity to see how well Gandalf's test would go, Sabrina accepted the offer.
The two walked out of the house and down the streets, ending up in the alleyway between a couple of buildings in downtown half an hour later. "You're sure we're in the right spot?" Sabrina asked, looking around the alleys.
The fact that they were in the portion of Greendale that was still rebuilding doesn't make her feel at ease. But the last time she was in an alley was when Alvin was smart, thanks to...
...A month later, and she still hated the fact that Salem manipulated her emotions like that. Granted, Aaron started that incident, but he was trying to fix it, and Salem ruined that. Even knowing that Salem was still in lock-up for his actions, Sabrina worried that he'll pop out of the shadows and try to trick her like that again.
"Yup. The Department of Magical Vocations like to keep a low profile." Gandalf replied, causing Sabrina to breathe a sigh of relief, remembering that she isn't alone this time.
Not just that, but I'm not stupid to trust Salem like that again. Sabrina reminded herself internally, perking up a bit at that thought.
The two walked up to a black door with a shutted peephole. Gandalf knocked on the door in a certain pattern, as if exchanging a code or something similar.
"Yeah?" asked a white-skinned creature, opening up the peephole to look down at the two Spellman members.
"Hello, my good man. I'm here for my witchery exam!" Gandalf announced.
"What's the password?" asked the creature, shocking Sabrina. "Password?" Gandalf repeated, as he had a thoughtful expression on his face, a finger resting on his cheek.
There was a password required to do an exam? Sabrina asked internally, wondering why this information was never brought up as Gandalf was searching his memories, trying to remember the password.
"Wait," Gandalf said, remembering something as he searched his cloak for that something.
"Well?!" asked the creature, annoyed, as Gandalf pulled out a sheet of paper.
"Here we are," Gandalf said, looking at the paper. "'Inspected by number 6.'" Gandalf read off the paper.
Sabrina gasped, worried that the test was failed before it started. "Grandpa, that's the..." she began to say.
"That's it. Come in," interrupted the creature, closing the peephole and opening the door.
As Gandalf walked in, Sabrina gave a shrug, realizing that her worries were unfounded in this case. She soon entered through the door, catching up to Gandalf.
Inside the building was a huge, red waiting room with a domed-shaped glass ceiling. Various magical creatures were in line, looking down at papers in their hands or looking around the room, all were talking about whatever were on their minds.
Sabrina and Gandalf were at the back of the line, behind a pink slug. Sabrina decided to look around the room to preoccupied herself, something she does whenever she is in line and there's no one to talk to. Seeing nothing of interest, she turned her attention back to Gandalf.
"Where do we go now, Grandpa?" Sabrina asked Gandalf.
"Let's see," Gandalf replied, adjusting his glasses so he can see the signs above the doors at the front of the line clearer. "'Troll Licenses', 'Orge Arbitration', 'Potion Permits'." Gandalf read, noticing that he can't see the sign for witchery exams. "Mmm, better go ask someone." Gandalf said, as he and Sabrina left the line to look for an employee.
The two walked up to a witch with green skin and green hair with a silhouette of a red bird in the center. She had a purple jumpsuit and a black cape with a skull near her neck, and she was holding a clipboard.
"Excuse me, supervisor ma'am? We're looking for the witchery exam." Sabrina said to the supervisor witch. The witch looked down at her clipboard to see where the exam room is.
"Down that hall to 211." The witch said, pointing in the direction behind Sabrina and Gandalf.
"Thanks," Sabrina said.
"Would you like a lovely bouquet of snapdragons?" Gandalf asked the witch, starting to conjure some up.
Sabrina, having the fresh memories of the incident from the day prior, gasped quietly. She then pushed Gandalf towards the direction of room 211, not wanting a repeat of that incident in front of tons of people.
Meanwhile, a green demon in a business suit was sitting at his desk, looking at papers. Suddenly, a female voice announced on his intercom. "Mr. Gandalf is here for his exam." The voice said, causing the demon to look up, just in time to see Sabrina and Gandalf enter the room.
"Mr. Gandalf, what a pleasure it is to see you. Have a seat," the demon said in a polite manner, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the desk from where he was sitting.
"Thanks, youngster." Gandalf said as he sat down in the chair.
"My, my, you've been around for quite some time," said the demon, looking at Gandalf's records and achievements.
"Sure have. In fact, I used to babysit for Attila the Hun. Nice little boy, but a bit on the wild side." Gandalf commented, thinking back to those days.
"Yeah, I think we better get on with the exam." The demon said, closing the binder that has Gandalf's records and standing up as he finished talking.
"Fine with me. Let her rip!" Gandalf exclaimed with a prideful smirk. Sabrina smiled as well, thinking that Gandalf's excitement is rubbing off on her.
Soon, the test was underway. First, Gandalf levitated the chair, which Sabrina was sitting on, perfectly. The demon took notes as he nodded in approval and Sabrina giggled, glad that things were looking good so far.
Next, the three of them were outside in an empty field. The demon pulled out an umbrella and held it up in his hands. Gandalf had a look of concentration on his face as he rubbed his hands together. Then, he conjured up a rainstorm. Sabrina's smile was bigger.
It's working! Hilda, Zelda and my plan is actually working! Sabrina shouted excitedly within her head, enjoying the feeling that the plan didn't went up in smokes.
Later, Sabrina and the demon, the latter with a stopwatch, watched as Gandalf phased through a wall of a random building. The demon glanced down at the stopwatch, nodding in approval due to Gandalf passing the portion of the test within the time limit. As the demon stop the stopwatch and jotted down notes, Sabrina walked over and gave Gandalf a hug, which he returned, along with a kiss on Sabrina's cheek.
Soon, the three of them were back in the demon's office, sitting at the desk. The demon was looking through the notes he'd written down.
"Well, how did he do?" Sabrina asked, her joy obvious in her tone. The again, given how Gandalf did the three tasks perfectly, there's no doubt that he had passed the test. At least, that's how Sabrina feels anyways.
"Hmm, not bad. But the test isn't over yet," said the demon as he put down the notes. "There's one more challenge," he said as he turned his chair so he can face Sabrina and Gandalf.
"There is?" Sabrina asked, confused. Hilda's video only showed 3 challenges for the test, not 4.
"A small matter. Make my desk gold." The demon said.
"Hey, wait a minute! That wasn't on the study materials!" Sabrina exclaimed, only to realize too late that Gandalf was still next to her.
"What study materials?!" Gandalf asked, causing Sabrina to realize her mistake.
"Uh, I mean, uh..." Sabrina said, trying to figure out a way to save face.
"It's been on the test for years. At least, since the late 1800s. What have you been studying from, an old film or something?" asked the demon.
"Oh, Sabrina, you...Hilda...Zelda. You three have been coaching me all along, haven't you? Everyone in the house didn't think I can pass on my own," Gandalf said, both disappointed and saddened by the truth.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa. It's just that you seem, well, old." Sabrina said, feeling guilt over what's happening.
"I'm waiting, Gandalf. Unless you can't do it, old-timer," the demon said with a mocking smirk.
Gandalf stood up and slammed his palms on the desk, frustrated with the comment. "Stand back! You'll see who's too old!" Gandalf exclaimed, summoning a burst of magic in his hands and enveloping himself, Sabrina, the demon and the desk, teleporting them to parts unknown.
The Ice Age-?
In the frigid cold brought on by ice on all sides and the winds, in front of a pack of woolly mammoths, Gandalf's spell brought him, Sabrina, the demon and the desk on a patch of ice. The three of them wrapped their arms over their bodies, shivering from the cold, as they tried to preserve their body heat.
"A-A-Are you c-c-crazy?!" demanded the demon, teeth clattering due to the cold.
"Grandpa, w-what did you d-do?" Sabrina asked Gandalf, as the mammoth moved towards the newcomers, intending on running them over.
"Well, he said to make his desk cold." Gandalf explained.
This caused Sabrina to puzzle over this. Over the past day, Gandalf have proven that he can hear fine, yet he apparently didn't heard what he was supposed to do for the 4th challenge? Either Gandalf was hiding his lack of hearing well, or, and this is what Sabrina considered the most likely option, he intentionally misinterpret the instructions, hating the way the demon called him old.
"I didn't said cold, you old coot! I said make my desk gold! Get us out of here this instant!" demanded the demon.
"Grandpa, hurry!" Sabrina pleaded.
"Now, hold your horses! I don't work well when I'm rushed!" Gandalf said, rubbing his eyes. "I, uh," Gandalf muttered, trying to remember the spell to get back, until he remembered. "Wait, I got it!" Rubbing his hands together, Gandalf engulfed the three of them, and the desk, once more, leaving the Ice Age.
Era of the Dinosaurs-Unknown Era, ?
However, once the three, plus the desk were out of the spell, they realized they weren't back at the office. They were on a cliffside. And above them was an active volcano, already erupting.
"Look out!" exclaimed the demon, as the three of them ducked. Good thing too, as flaming rocks shot down from the volcano, landing all around them.
"Not here, you fool!" The demon shouted at Gandalf.
"Well, at least it's warmer," Gandalf pointed out.
"Grandpa, do something! Please!" Sabrina exclaimed, narrowly avoiding another flaming rock.
Nodding, Gandalf once again engulfed everyone, and the desk in his magic. They soon teleported once more, escaping the lava flow.
Demon's Office, Department of Magical Vocation Greendale Department, Greendale-December 2011
The three, and the desk, returned back to the office. Each of them had a brief moment of relief before the demon glared at Gandalf.
"You know, that reminded me of the time I-" Gandalf began to recount.
"QUIET!" The demon interrupted, pissed off at Gandalf for what happened. "Not another word! You are too old to be a warlock anymore! Way too old!" exclaimed the demon, slamming his fist on his desk.
"As far as I'm concerned, you're rejected!" The demon shouted, stamping Gandalf's test results with a bright red 'Rejected!' stamp.
Gandalf had a look of sadness in his face. Sabrina, on the other hand, felt a wave of guilt and shame coursing through her. What had she, Hilda and Zelda done?
That Evening-Living Room-Spellman's Residence
Hilda, Zelda, Melissa and Emily sat down on the couches while Sabrina standing in between. It's been a couple of hours since Sabrina and Gandalf came back, and everyone else knew by the expressions on the two that the test wasn't successful, and Sabrina's recounting of the events confirmed that suspicion.
"Today is a sad day for witchery." Zelda said, having processed the entire event.
"Yup. He was on the greatest ones." Hilda agreed.
"You know, maybe this might be a relief for the old coot, though. After all, he gets retirement benefits. Not to mention his magic isn't exactly as great as everyone makes it out to be." Emily said.
"...For once, you have a point. So, you're safe from my lessons...for now." Melissa said.
"Heck, everyone gets old at some point, it's not something to be ashamed of. Grandpa Gandalf is clearly reaching that point, so maybe this is a blessing for him to retire before his body and magic gives out completely." Sabrina said.
"But it's just not fair. Don't you realize how much experience that man has? I mean, everything he's seen and accomplished should count for something." Zelda said.
At that moment, Gandalf sadly walked into the room, carrying only a single suitcase and was wearing his normal attire again. "Well, I guess I'll be on my way." Gandalf said dejectedly.
"Oh, Grandpa Gandalf, I feel terrible." Zelda said in a shaky voice, hugging Gandalf while sniffling a bit.
"Now, now. Stop your bawling," Gandalf comforted Zelda, rubbing her back. "That examiner fella was right. My time has passed." Gandalf added sadly.
"But you just got a little flustered, gramps." Zelda argued.
"Yeah! That could have happened to anyone." Hilda said, as an idea came to her. "Hey, you know what? I say we march all march back to the DMV office and demand a retest!" Hilda proclaimed, standing up.
"Uh, I don't know if that's such a good idea," Gandalf said, scratching his head. "What do you think, Dribble Chin? Think I should try again?" he asked Sabrina, wanting to know her opinion on the matter.
Sabrina started thinking about it. Granted, she knows where Emily was getting at with Gandalf's magic, and she had just said that people hit their old age at some point.
However, Sabrina had seen Gandalf proved that he still had years before hitting that point during the test, as his magic were spot-on, and thinking about it, Gandalf only failed due to a combination of Sabrina revealing the plan, the examiner mocking Gandalf for being old, as if it was a bad thing, and Gandalf's emotions, a combination which made him flustered. So, deciding on her answer, Sabrina looked at Gandalf in the face.
"Yeah, you should go for it." Sabrina said with a smile.
"Then let's get going!" Gandalf exclaimed joyfully.
"Wait, what about us?" Emily asked.
"By that, she means we can't go with you since we don't have magic, and everyone at the office will know." Melissa explained.
"Hmm. Well, Quigley's still here, so he'll keep an eye on both of you while we're gone." Zelda said.
"Okay," Melissa said with a nod.
"Just make sure to be more forceful for me when you give that examiner a hard time. After all, only family members gets to give each other a hard time once in a while." Emily said.
"We will. Now, to the DMV!" Hilda exclaimed, as the magical members of the family left to demand a retest.
30 Minutes Later-Witchery Examiner's Office, Witchery Exam Halls, DMV Office Greendale Division
The four magical Spellman walked into the room. "There he is!" Sabrina exclaimed, pointing at the green demon, who was talking to a female co-worker.
"So, you want to go for a drive in my new Convertible tomorrow afternoon?" asked the demon examiner, trying to get his female co-worker to go on a date with him.
"I'm a vampire," said the female co-worker in a flat tone.
"So how about tomorrow night?" asked the demon examiner.
The vampire, rather than answer, walked away, just as Hilda and Zelda walked up to the desk, frowns on their faces.
"I hate to interrupt your, uh, conference, but are you the guy who flunked my Great-Grandpa?" Zelda asked.
"I most certainly am." The demon examiner said, straightening his tie.
"We want you to give him the test again!" Hilda demanded.
"Not a chance! No way!" The demon examiner exclaimed.
"But anyone can make a mistake." Zelda argued.
"Not mistakes like he makes." The demon examiner retorted, before pointing a finger at Gandalf. "Face facts, old-timer. You're so over the hill, you're coming up the other side," the demon examiner mocked Gandalf, causing the latter to look down at the ground.
"Greetings once again. Do you remember us?" A two-headed magical gremlin, covered in light blue scales, with patches of purple, and spikes along its spike, asked the examiner, holding a wrapped present.
"Of course. You flunked your gremlin test yesterday." The demon examiner stated with a grin, clearly enjoying the fact that he can flunk anyone over the slightest mistakes.
"True. But even though you failed us, we want you to know that we bear no hard feelings toward you." The two-headed gremlin said, seemingly trying to not sneer in disdain at the examiner.
"See? Not everyone is a sore loser." The demon examiner said, rubbing the gremlin's 'kindness' in the four Spellmans' faces.
"In fact, we like you to have this token of our appreciation." The two-headed gremlin said, holding out the present towards the grinning examiner.
As he grabbed it from the gremlin, the gremlin turned around and ran out of the room. However, the examiner didn't pay attention, as he was focused on the fact that he was rewarded by one of the people he flunked, sending the obvious message not only to him, but also, in his mind, to the other people in the room: that he's in the right for flunking anyone for any mistakes they've made during their exams.
"Hmm, I wonder what's in here." The demon examiner said, unwrapping the box and looking inside. Whatever was in the box wasn't anything the demon asked, as he let out a "Huh?"
Inside the box was a black drain plug, with a metal chain on the top for anyone to use to pull the drain plug out. The demon held the box out for the others to see, and most of them were confused as he was. Gandalf was the only one not confused, as he felt a moment of deja vu.
"What in the world is that thing?" Sabrina asked.
"Beats me." Hilda said.
However, after scratching his head for a second or two, Gandalf remembered what it was. "Wait, don't do it!" Gandalf exclaimed a warning.
However, it fell on ignorant ears as the demon examiner pulled out the drain plug. No longer being contained, a Hole of Nothingness came out of the box and plopped itself in the middle of the room. From there, it started its purpose of consuming everything, starting with the now empty box that flew from the examiner's hands into the magical black hole.
"What is that thing?!" The demon examiner asked in shock and horror.
"It's a Hole of Nothingness! And you unplugged it, you buffoon!" Gandalf shouted at the examiner, glaring at him before slowly making his way to the magical black hole.
"I d-I didn't know!" The demon examiner meekly tried to excuse himself from any responsibility in this mess.
However, the pull started to get stronger, so everyone made their way to the furniture, which were bolted down to the ground. That was fortunate for them, since the demon examiner's red Convertible burst into the room, dragged by the Hole of Nothingness, and was sucked into it.
"My car!" The demon examiner called out.
"Grandpa, you have to do something!" Sabrina pleaded.
"Oh, very well." Gandalf said, as he was planning on waiting a couple of minutes more so that the examiner could feel the consequences of his actions. But that isn't worth putting his family in danger.
Gandalf let go of the chair he was gripping onto, did a somersault, and landed directly in front of the Hole of Nothingness, somehow ignoring the amount of tugging it was doing to try and pull him into it. Gandalf raised his arms into the air, preparing a spell.
"Winds may howl, and thunder roll! Cease this nonsense, plug this hole!" Gandalf recited the spell.
As he was finishing the spell, the magical black hole managed to grab the demon examiner and almost dragged him into the hole. However, the examiner was saved by Gandalf's spell, which conjured up a giant carrot to plug the hole. Though the examiner did slammed into the carrot, slid down, and landed on his back.
"Way to go, gramps!" Hilda said as she, Zelda and Sabrina either walked up to Gandalf or ran to him.
"You did it, Grandpa!" Sabrina exclaimed happily, hugging Gandalf.
"Take it easy. I'm too old for this," Gandalf said, due to Sabrina hugging him tightly.
"Oh no, you're not. That giant carrot was brilliant!" Sabrina praised as she released Gandalf from the hug.
"Just between you and me, I was trying to make a pyramid." Gandalf whispered.
"OKay, who unplugged that Hole of Nothingness?" asked the witch with the clipboard from earlier in the day, walking into the room.
"Uh, I did." The demon examiner admitted, having his pride and ego shattered by the whole experience.
"Don't you know better? What kind of warlock are you?" The female witch asked in a stern tone.
"I-I couldn't help it. I didn't know what it was. And I didn't know how to stop it." The demon examiner said in a pathetic tone.
"But my Great-Grandpa did. My really Great-Grandpa." Sabrina interjected while gesturing at Gandalf.
"Good work, old-timer. Your experience saved the day." The female witch praised. "Some people around here could learn a lot from you," she added in a stern tone once more, pointing at the demon examiner to use as an example.
"And just earlier today, he flunked Grand-" Sabrina began to say.
However, the demon examiner interrupted her with a nervous chuckle. "Oh, well, you know, considering what just happened, I-I might be able to renew your witchery license after all. For say, uh, a hundred-" the demon examiner began.
"How many?!" Gandalf demanded, glaring at the examiner.
"D-D-Did I say 100? I-I meant 200." The demon examiner said with a nervous smile.
Smiling, Gandalf held up the clipboard so that the demon examiner could renew his witchery license. The Spellman witches cheered in enjoyment.
The Next Day-Living Room, Spellman's Residence
"Sure you don't want to stay longer?" Quigley asked Gandalf.
That morning, Gandalf had told everyone that, since his license was renewed, it was time for him to head out. Now, they were saying their farewells to Gandalf.
"Thanks, but I've been a pest for long enough." Gandalf said.
"You have not. Grandpa, I'm sorry I ever said you were too old. I didn't see how valuable all your experience was." Sabrina said, apologizing for what she'd said during the witchery exam the day prior.
"Oh, don't you worry, Dribble Chin. When I was your age, I had no patience for old folkies either." Gandalf said, putting two fingers on Sabrina's chin in a comforting gesture.
"Where are you off to, gramps?" Hilda asked.
"Well, now that I got my license renewed, I feel a thousand years younger. I think I'll head on down to Rio and sew some wild oatmeal!" Gandalf exclaimed.
Sabrina gave Gandalf a kiss on the cheek. "Bye Grandpa." Sabrina said.
"Visit again soon." Hilda said as she and Zelda gave Gandalf a kiss on the head.
Gandalf chuckled to himself. "Fe, fi, fo, fum. Look out Rio, here I come!" Gandalf recited a spell as he teleported himself to Rio.
Hilda gasped before having a smirk on her face. "I wouldn't want to be in Rio when Gandalf pops in." Hilda said.
"Why not?" Sabrina asked.
"Look." Hilda said, pointing down at the floor.
On the floor were Gandalf's clothes and shoes. Sabrina giggled at that.
"...And I've officially met my quota for seeing old people's clothing without people in them." Emily said.
"Well, at least you inherit something from Grandpa Gandalf." Melissa said.
"And that would be?" Emily asked.
"Lack of patience with old people." Melissa said.
Emily was silent for a moment. Then she had a small smile on her face. "So it seems." Emily said.