Downstairs for Breakfast

Sabrina smiled, figuring that she had the rest of her life to try out the rest of what was in the spell book -- and, being a witch, her life would last quite a bit longer than a mortal's.

Of course, speaking of which, it might be fun to see what would happen if she cast some of these spells on the mortals at school. She slipped the book into her school bag and headed downstairs for breakfast, heels clicking on the floor the whole way.

As she entered the kitchen, her aunts said, "Happy birth--", and both stopped simultaneously as they saw Sabrina's outfit.

Hilda spoke first. "Where did you get those clothes?!"

Zelda sputtered, "You -- you --"

"I mean, you may be 18 today," Hilda continued, "but I don't think you can wear that to school."

Zelda was practically apoplectic. "You -- you --"

"You do look pretty good, though," said Hilda a bit wistfully, as Sabrina sat at the table and began to eat the plate of breakfast that had already been prepared for her.

Zelda finally managed to hiss, "Hilda!"

"What? She does!" Hilda pointed out. "I wish I still looked 18."

Sabrina gulped down a bite of eggs and said, "Hey, I think I saw a spell for that." She reached down to rummage through her bag.

"What?" Hilda wondered. "I mean, obviously, I can do that with a glamour temporarily, but a spell -- that would have to be a few levels beyond what we can do, and --"

"Yeah, it was in here," said Sabrina, holding up the spell book.

Both her aunts gasped and took a step back.

"Where did you get that?!" demanded Zelda.

"I found it wrapped on my bed after I got out of the shower," replied Sabrina, a bit confused by her aunts' reaction. "No name on it, but I thought it was probably from you two."

"Sabrina, that's --" Hilda seemed deadly serious, which was atypical for her. "That's Aphrodite's book of sexual magic. That's not for witches -- that's for goddesses."

"Goddesses?" repeated the young witch.

"We don't have time to explain that," said an obviously flustered Zelda. "Let's just say that you're handling dynamite there, and when it explodes, it can basically blow holes in all of reality."

"I don't get it," said Sabrina. "It seems pretty harmless. I mean, I just used it to make this outfit." She left out the "virtual cock" spell she'd tried first -- and the fact that she'd changed her entire wardrobe.

"I think it's started already," a worried Hilda said to Zelda.

"Yes," said Zelda, downcast. "Sabrina, I can't believe you'd ever wear clothes like that -- the book seems to have corrupted you."

"What, just a couple of little rhyming spells corrupted me?" Sabrina narrowed her eyes.

"The book itself is a magical object," Hilda explained. "What's written inside is secondary. You tuned it to yourself by touching it, and now you only have to be near it for it to work."

Zelda said, "With that book near you, anything you say can become a spell, and your mind is being altered to make your thoughts more, uh, of a sexual nature."

"Obviously we've got to get it deactivated," Hilda said.

"Of course," said Zelda, "but who do we know who can handle a goddess artifact like this?"

"I think we're gonna have to call an emergency Witches' Council meeting."

"It might help if we could figure out where it came from in the first place."

"Sure -- hey, where's Salem?"

"Stop!" exclaimed Sabrina. "Thoughts of a sexual nature" Come on -- I'm an 18-year-old girl whose life has been pretty much G-rated up to now -- of course I would have thoughts of a sexual nature. This book didn't do anything to me -- I just used it for some spells. Didn't the two of you tell me there was nothing inherently magical about a spell book itself? The way you're talking, it's like all I'd have to do is say something like --"

Hilda and Zelda could sense it coming, but neither was quick enough to stop their niece with a freeze spell.