What's next?

Cursed by cousin Amanda

Sabrina turned this way and that, checking out her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. It was her first day interning at the Boston Chronicle and she had bought a new suit for the occasion to make sure she looked her best. The light grey pinstripe jacket and trousers accentuated her curves but in what she hoped was a professional way.

"Looking good, kid." Salem said from his perch on her bookshelf.

"Thanks. My self-esteem is low enough that I'm taking compliments from a cat who doesn't even wear clothes, but I'll take it."

"You're welcome. And there was a message I was supposed to give you."

"About the internship?"

"No, it was about your cousin, Amanda."

"Ugh, that brat? I swear, this had better lead to a job so I never have to babysit that little witch again."

"Yeah, it was something about the last time you babysat her. Give me a minute, it'll come to me."

"No time, I gotta go. Me-out!"

"Yeah, never heard that one before." Salem said as Sabrina left the room.

It would be some time before Salem would remember the message, that Amanda's mother knew that when Amanda had last been in the Spellman house she had found Sabrina's new suit, and put a curse on it.