ACT I — CHAPTER XVII
Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ Pʟᴀɴ

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"Poor Harvey Kinkle," Wardwell began, "How will he ever survive in that house, alone, with that bulldozer of a father?"

Lydia Spellman currently sat with Sabrina and Ms. Wardwell in Dr. Cerberus'. Tommy's funeral had ended about an hour ago, and Lydia had been practically dragged to lunch. She was blowing bubbles into her milkshake as Wardwell and Sabrina spoke.

"He won't survive," Sabrina said, in response to Wardwell, "Not without his brother, that's the truth."

Sabrina sighed, and Lydia looked at her through the corner of her eye as she did so. Lydia felt bad for her sister. Sabrina knew Tommy better than she did, so there was no doubt that she was taking it harder. Lydia kept her mind off the thought by continuing to blow bubbles into her milkshake.

"Ms. Wardwell, my father asked you to look out for Lydia and me, and you have. Now I'm asking for — for more. For help. And neither of you can mention what I'm about to say to our aunties," Sabrina said, causing Lydia to sit up in her seat and hold in a sigh of her own.

She didn't know where this was going, but she had a bad feeling. It kind of angered her that Sabrina hadn't mentioned whatever the subject was before bringing it to Wardwell.

"No, of course I wouldn't," Wardwell promised. Sabrina looked over at Lydia, expectantly.

"I swear on my life that if our aunties find out, it wasn't from me," Lydia told her, which prompted Sabrina to give a slight nod of her head.

"Well, what are you thinking?" Wardwell asked.

"I'm thinking — I keep thinking — Tommy's body hasn't been found," Sabrina began.

"So?" Lydia questioned.

"So if, he were to, come back, there would be some questions, but not many."

Lydia closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She still foolishly hoped that Sabrina wasn't talking about what she thought she was talking about. Wardwell looked around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in to the twins sitting across from her.

"Are you talking about a resurrection spell?" Wardwell whispered.

"You saw Harvey, Ms. Wardwell. He needs his brother back."

"Yeah, automatic no," Lydia said.

Sabrina looked at her, "But —"

"No. Now I know we come up with a lot of stupid ideas, but this is by far the stupidest one yet, and it's not happening. We are not doing it," Lydia told her.

"Necromancy is the darkest and most dangerous of the sacred magics," Wardwell explained, "It's — well it's death magic."

"Please, 'Di, Ms. Wardwell. I love him. And as Sabrina, his girlfriend, I can only do so much. As Sabrina the witch, I could fix this," Sabrina begged, "If I — if we have the power to ease his suffering, why shouldn't we use it?"

"Because this is a stupid idea that is bound to backfire," Lydia replied.

"There are also rules," Wardwell added, "And it's a treacherous business. Life. Death. The afterlife. These are not things to be trifled with."

"Why? Is it that complicated?" Sabrina asked.

"Well, no actually. The incantation I have is really quite simple and yields great results. I've seen them firsthand," Wardwell said.

"Stop giving her ideas!" Lydia hissed, turning to her sister, "Please, for once, let's do the responsible thing and let nature take its course. Tommy's dead. Don't mess with things that you don't understand."

"Lydia's right, you can't. I beg you," Wardwell agreed.

"This is the first time we're agreeing! That has to mean something!" Lydia urged.

"So you do have an incantation?" Sabrina asked, completely ignoring her sister.

"Somewhere in my office, on the shelves in Baxter High. A Book of the Dead, full of all sorts of necromantic rites."

Lydia's eyes widened and she held out her shaky hands towards Wardwell, "What the heaven are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Wardwell said, "Sabrina, you must know, even if you did use this rite, there's one part of the spell that's unspeakable."

"Which part?" Sabrina eagerly asked.

"Do not tell her," Lydia demanded.

"I'm loathe to say it out loud," Wardwell admitted.

"Then don't!" Lydia told her.

"The spell requires an offering for the dead to rise. Balance out the cosmic forces," Wardwell whispered.

"Why are you still talking?"

"So someone has to die for Tommy to live," Sabrina mumbled. Lydia looked at Sabrina, who seemed to be disappointed. It gave her a little bit of hope that her sister wouldn't be an idiot.

"An eye for an eye. A life for a life," Wardwell said, "But you couldn't cross that line. Neither of you could."

Wardwell was right. Lydia knew she could never kill anyone, and she knew Sabrina wouldn't either.

"You two are many things, but killers are not any of them," Wardwell said, leaning back in her seat and taking a sip from her drink.

The twins shared a glance. Lydia hoped, prayed even, that her sister wasn't that stupid.

─ ༓ ─

That night, Lydia laid in her bed, unable to sleep. She turned to look at the clock. 1:34 AM.

"Can you sleep?" Lydia asked into the darkness.

"No," Sabrina replied.

"Okay."

They fell into silence again. Lydia stared at the ceiling, thinking about the days to come. Thinking about what Sabrina might do in the next few days. She had a feeling that Sabrina may still try to bring Tommy back anyway — she was stubborn like that. If she did, Lydia knew she couldn't help her. She wouldn't.

"I won't help you," Lydia whispered. She heard Sabrina shuffle in her bed.

"What?"

"If you do try to bring Tommy back, which you should not because it's a stupid idea, I won't help you."

Sabrina didn't respond. Lydia didn't know if she had expected her to or not.

─ ༓ ─

"'Brina, 'Di. Okay, this is gonna sound weird. Like, really, really weird."

It was the next morning and the twins were at school by their lockers. As they were getting their books for their next class, Roz had walked up to them with her issue.

"What is?" the twins asked, simultaneously.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it," Roz started, "You remember when Tommy's casket fell over? When Sabrina went after Harvey, I picked up Tommy's hard hat. And while I was holding it, I had — it was — well, it was like a vision. A flash. And I know how that sounds."

"What did you see?" Lydia asked.

"It was like, one second I was at the funeral, and then the next, I was in the mines," Roz continued, "I saw these two creepy girls. And they were wearing old-fashioned dresses with lace collars."

"Just two girls? not three?" Sabrina questioned.

"Just two. And they were playing with dolls," Roz answered, "Like, taking rocks and smashing the dolls with them. Weird, right?"

"You know, weird is probably the best word to use in this situation," Lydia said, the dots connecting in her head.

"Okay, Roz, we're gonna need you to describe these two girls to us in as much detail as you can possibly remember," Sabrina told her.

"Well, one was a redhead, and the other was Asian. And they both wore their hair in buns," Roz explained.

"Did they look stuck-up and childish?" Lydia asked. Roz gave her a confused look.

"I guess?" she answered.

Lydia nodded her head, and muttered, "Interesting."

The bell rang, signaling they needed to go to class. Sabrina thanked Roz for telling them, and as she walked away, Sabrina turned to face Lydia.

"Thoughts?" Sabrina asked.

"Clearly Dorcas and Agatha," Lydia responded, "It was obvious from the childish and stuck-up part."

"Okay, so we know who it is. And we know that Tommy's death wasn't an accident," Sabrina said, "Which means this isn't nature taking its course."

Lydia stiffened, "Sabrina, no. This is not a good idea. Plus, we can't just kill someone to make Harvey feel better, no matter what they've done."

"But what if we brought them back right after?" Sabrina asked, "Someone still would've died in Tommy's place."

"I can't believe we're talking about this in the middle of the hallway," Lydia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Look, I have a plan. We kill Dorcas or Agatha, then bring Tommy back, then bring whoever we killed back using Aunt Hilda's garden," Sabrina told her, "I mean, Zelda does it all the time. What's the difference now?"

"Why are you saying we?" Lydia asked, "I told you last night that I would not help you."

Sabrina looked at her, as if she was begging Lydia to help through her eyes. Lydia did not budge.

"Fine. Then I'll ask someone who will."

After school that day, the twins headed to the woods. Sabrina was holding a doll that resembled Prudence, along with some string. Once they were far enough into the woods, Sabrina began to say an incantation to summon Prudence.

"Hic ante circulum appareatis
Prudentiae, Prudence.
In pulchra figura humana,
Et tortua sitate aliqua."

"That's enough, Sabrina."

The twins turned around to see Prudence stalking towards them, clearly annoyed.

"You summoned me. I'm here. What do you want?" she asked.

"Revenge," Sabrina answered, simply.

"I can get behind that. On who?"

"Your venomous sisters went after my boyfriend and his brother. Harvey's alive, but Tommy's dead. And so are four other mortals," Sabrina told her, Prudence's face dropping upon hearing the news. Lydia almost felt bad for her, "That's five innocent lives lost for Dorcas' and Agatha's amusement."

"What do you want, Sabrina?" Prudence asked.

"I want Tommy back," Sabrina said, "Besides, you owe us from when we saved you from Lady Blackwood. And I have a plan."

Sabrina explained the plan to Prudence. She listened very closely, and, once Sabrina was done talking, Prudence turned to Lydia.

"And you would be taking part in this as well?" Prudence asked.

Lydia shook her head, "No, I don't like killing things. More importantly, this is the stupidest idea I've ever heard in my entire life."

"Then why are you here?"

"Moral support."

Prudence nodded, considering her options, "Fine, I'll help you. But only because you're bringing them back. This garden, this soil, it does work, doesn't it?"

She was asking Lydia. She averted her eyes.

"Yeah. Our Aunt Zelda kills our Aunt Hilda all the time," Lydia answered, "But this is definitely not a plan you should be encouraging."

"Well, I'm encouraging it," Prudence said, focusing her attention back onto Sabrina, "So, when do we begin?"

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Lydia, Sabrina, and Prudence stormed into the Academy. They walked into the main lobby area where they found Dorcas and Agatha, sitting on one of the benches.

"Agatha! Dorcas!" Sabrina called once they came into sight. They smiled at the three girls.

"What's wrong, Sabrina? Hi, Prudence, Lydia," Dorcas and Agatha said in unison.

"Admit the truth, right now," Sabrina commanded, causing the two to stand up, "Did you cause the mine collapse that killed Tommy Kinkle?"

"You think we carried out blood atonement? Against an avowed witch hunter?" Agatha questioned, smugly.

"For the murder of a familiar?" Dorcas added.

"I guess anything's possible," Agatha said, shrugging, "Blood will have blood."

"You see? They admit it," Sabrina seethed. Lydia looked between her sister, Dorcas, and Agatha. Lydia had never seen Sabrina so angry before in her life.

"Is that what you were, plotting, sisters? When you claimed to be thanking the Dark Lord for my salvation?" Prudence asked.

"You'd gone soft, Prudence," Agatha stated.

"Something had to be done," Dorcas added.

"Since there was nothing natural about Tommy's death, then one of you bitches is gonna help balance the scales. A life for a life," Sabrina spat. Lydia's eyes widened.

"Oh shit," she breathed out, unintentionally. She just hadn't expected Sabrina to call them "bitches".

"So, who's it gonna be?" Sabrina asked. Dorcas and Agatha just laughed.

"Neither you nor your sister have the guts to kill anyone," Agatha said.

"They may not. But I do," Prudence interjected, stepping closer to the girls, whose smiles had faded, "How dare you act without my permission. Now, which one of you was the mastermind? Or would you rather burn together?"

Agatha looked away, smugly. On the other hand, Dorcas looked terrified.

"It was Agatha," Dorcas quickly said, "It was all her idea. I didn't even want to do it."

Lydia was surprised at how quickly Dorcas had caved. If it had been her and Sabrina, Lydia would have rather died than rat out her sister.

"Is that true?" Prudence asked. Lydia saw Agatha gulp, and then take a deep breath.

"I'm just sorry the other Kinkle boy didn't die, too," Agatha said, the smug expression back on her face.

Suddenly, Aabrina stepped forward and slapped Sgatha fully across the face. Lydia's brow raised. She knew Sabrina would act out when she was pissed, but she never thought that she would ever hit someone.

"Bring them to the woods tonight, Prudence," Sabrina said, "Agatha will pay the debt she owes."

"Murder and resurrection, Sabrina? You've gone dark," Prudence told her.

"There are no limits to what I would do to help the ones I love."

"What time?"

The five girls all turned their heads to see Thomas Loher and Nicholas Scrach walking towards them. Lydia suddenly felt very embarrassed, remembering the last time she had seen Thomas.

"Can we watch?" Thomas asked.

"You're talking necromancy, right?" Nick asked.

"Well there's no way we're gonna miss that," Thomas said, "So what time? What woods?"

"Midnight. In the clearing by the creek bed," Sabrina answered, still glaring daggers at Agatha. Agatha turned to Prudence with a pleading look.

"Prudence, I'm your sister," Agatha begged.

"Not tonight you aren't."

"You'll need a Book of the Dead," Nick said.

"I'll get one," Sabrina replied. Lydia bit her lip. She wished Wardwell had stopped talking.

With that, Sabrina began to walk away, and Lydia turned to follow.

"So, I'll see you at midnight, Lydia?" Thomas called after her.

"No!" she called back.

"Why not?"

"I don't like killing things!"

The twins exited the Academy. It was already dark outside.

"Hey, I'm going to stop at the school and get Ms. Wardwell's Book of the Dead. I'll see you at home, all right?" Sabrina told her. Lydia sighed.

"Sabrina, please. Don't do this. It's just going to create more problems, I know it," Lydia begged. Sabrina's gaze hardened as she shook her head.

"No, you don't know. I'll see you later."

Sabrina walked away, leaving Lydia outside the Academy, alone.

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It was just after midnight, and Lydia sat, staring out the window of her room. She had watched Sabrina walk into the woods thirty minutes earlier. Lydia wondered what they were doing now, if Agatha was dead yet. Who would actually be the one to kill her.

Then, Lydia could faintly hear someone knocking on the front door. No one else was home besides her and Ambrose, with Hilda at her job and Zelda doing heaven knows what. So, Lydia reluctantly left her place by the window and headed downstairs. When she opened the front door, she couldn't help but be surprised.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. Thomas smiled at her.

"Well, I'm here to see you, of course," he said. Lydia gave him a confused look.

"But I thought there wasn't a chance that you would miss seeing necromancy in action?" Lydia asked, using his words against him.

"I'm sure there'll be another chance," Thomas answered, "Besides, you weren't going to be there. Can I come in?"

Lydia turned her head back to the stairs, making sure Ambrose wasn't there, before nodding her head and letting him inside. Thomas walked in, looking around.

"Your house is nice," he said.

"I don't know why you're acting like you've never been here before. I literally saw you in Ambrose's room a few days ago," Lydia reminded him. Thomas gave a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, scratching the back of his head.

They both stood there. For a moment, Lydia didn't know what to do. She had never been in a situation like this before.

"So, what were you doing before I got here?" Thomas asked. Lydia shrugged.

"Just looking out my window, waiting for them to come back," she responded, "I'm surprised I didn't see you coming."

"Yeah," he said. It dawned on Lydia that Thomas seemed as uncomfortable as she was. Or maybe he was just nervous.

"I can sit with you and wait for them to come back," Thomas offered.

Lydia gulped, "Uh, sure."

Lydia walked past him and began to head up the stairs. She could hear Thomas' footsteps following behind her. She realized then that she was taking Thomas to her room. This shouldn't be a big deal, but Harvey had only been in the twins' room a few times and he and Sabrina had been dating for months. Susie had been in her room tons of times and it wasn't weird.

But Susie didn't like her like Thomas did. Well, she might, but Lydia was getting so many mixed signals that she didn't know what to think.

Once they reached her room, Lydia opened the door and walked inside, followed closely by Thomas. She shut the door behind him. Lydia watched the boy look around her room. He walked over to her and Sabrina's desks, reaching his hand out to grab a book that was sitting on Lydia's.

"Don't touch that," Lydia told him. He turned to look at her, a smile on his face.

"What's it about? Little Women?" Thomas asked, gesturing to the book he had attempted to pick up.

"Short girls."

This made Thomas laugh, and Lydia did her best to bite back a smile. His laugh was weirdly contagious.

"So, what window were you sitting at?" he asked. Lydia pointed at the window between her and Sabrina's beds. Thomas looked at her, before walking over to the window and leaning against the wall by it. Lydia slowly walked over and stood on the other side of the window.

They stood in silence for a while, just staring out the window. Lydia actually didn't mind the silence — it felt comfortable. Her hands were sweating profusely though, and she kept having to discreetly wipe them on her clothes.

"So, this mortal boy you're hung up on," Thomas began, "What do you like about him?"

Lydia looked to Thomas, her brow furrowing, "What?"

"I'm just curious if there are any specific redeeming qualities about him that make you so stuck on him."

Lydia looked away from him. What did make Susie so special? She had never thought about it before.

"Well, I don't know," she said, "They're just really nice. The nicest person I've ever met. And they're very selfless. I mean, when the mines collapsed, they went in to see if they could find anyone. Satan, I was so pissed at them for that. I still am, honestly."

"Okay, so nice and brave. I can be nice and brave."

Lydia rolled her eyes, a smile actually breaking out onto her face.

"It's more than that," she explained, "It's just — I can't describe it really. All I know is that I do really like them, and I can't really see myself liking anyone else. Plus they're really pretty."

"Pretty? You don't think he's handsome or anything?" Thomas asked.

"Well, I mean, yeah, they're handsome and beautiful or whatever, I just think that pretty is the highest form of flattery. There's just something, I don't know, so dainty about it."

"Dainty?" Thomas was laughing at her now.

"I don't know how else to describe it!" Lydia defended, laughing as well, "I'd much rather be called pretty than beautiful."

Thomas' laughter died down, but the smile on his face remained. He looked into Lydia's eyes, and she became vaguely aware of her heartbeat pounding in her ear. Thomas stepped closer to her, almost as close as she and Susie had been a couple of nights before.

"Well, I think you're very pretty," Thomas said.

Lydia took a deep breath, looking up at him. She couldn't move, could barely think, because she knew that if Thomas moved a few inches closer, he'd be kissing her.

For whatever reason, her eyes darted to the window.

"They're back," Lydia stated, moving past Thomas to the window. Sabrina, Prudence, Dorcas, and Nick all walked out of the woods, carrying Agatha's body.

"Unholy shit, they actually killed her," Thomas muttered, leaning over her shoulder.

Lydia began to walk towards her bedroom door, leaving Thomas behind. Her plan was to meet them down in the cemetery, but when she opened the door, she came face to face with Ambrose.

"Satan, Lydia, you scared me," he said, before looking past her, "Who's this?"

She turned to look at Thomas, who had raised his hand to greet Ambrose.

"My name's Thomas, I go to the Academy with your cousins," Thomas explained.

"And you guys met, remember?" Lydia added, "He was part of the little sex party going on in your room?"

"Okay," Ambrose said, clearly having no memory of the Loher boy, "What did Sabrina do and why is there a death march leaving the woods?"

"Well, let's say, hypothetically —"

"Oh, Satan," Ambrose mumbled, walking away from her doorframe and going downstairs. Lydia and Thomas weren't far behind.

When the three of them were outside, Agatha was already in the ground, and they were in the process of shoveling dirt onto her.

"Sabrina!" Ambrose called, as Lydia and Thomas were running to catch up to him. Sabrina slowly turned to face him.

"What have you done?" he asked. Sabrina walked up to Ambrose, and Lydia was breathing hard once she finally caught up to him.

"In my defense, I told her it was a stupid idea," Lydia said, as both Sabrina and Ambrose glared at her. She gulped before turning to Thomas.

"How about you go and help bury Agatha, alright?" Lydia suggested.

Thomas nodded and walked to where Prudence, Dorcas, and Nick were shoveling dirt. Lydia turned back to Ambrose, who looked like he was about to explode.

"Bury Agatha?" he questioned, looking between the twins.

Sabrina sighed, "We killed Agatha in order to bring back Tommy. And maybe that wasn't the best idea, but —"

"Necromancy, cousins? This is the stupidest, the most irresponsible thing either of you have ever done!" Ambrose exclaimed.

"Hey, I had nothing to do with it!" Lydia cried, putting her hands up in defense, "I told Sabrina it was a stupid idea, it's not my fault she didn't listen to me!"

"How long have you known that she was going to do it?" Ambrose asked. Lydia bit her lip and avoided his eyes before answering.

"Technically since yesterday."

"Since yesterday? And you didn't tell anyone who could stop her?"

"Well — no."

Ambrose ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"What would give you the idea to do something like this in the first place? The Monkey's Paw, for Lucifer's sake?" he asked, his voice still raised.

"Harvey was broken, Ambrose! I had to do something!" Sabrina explained.

"Yes, yes, you've mucked about with the most potent, wicked forces that exist! Much more powerful than the Dark Lord! I'm talking about death, cousins!"

"I followed the ritual to the letter!" Sabrina said.

"Then what are you and your friends doing in our Cain pit?" Ambrose yelled, pointing to the four people standing over Agatha's grave.

"The rite demanded that someone be killed so that Tommy would come back," Sabrina explained, "Agatha was that someone. But, the ritual didn't mention anything about the murdered sacrifice having to stay dead."

Ambrose was now crouching on the ground with his face in his hands. Lydia felt bad for him. She wondered how he had put up with the two of them for the past sixteen years.

"Why must you two always insist that the universe grant you special privileges?" he asked, standing up just to glare down at them, "Sabrina, you have upset the natural order. You do realize that, don't you? That there are rules. There is no cheating fate."

"What's the point of being a witch if I can't help the ones I love?" Sabrina questioned.

"You've crossed the line this time! No — no you've completely erased it!" Ambrose screamed.

"There's no reason to think that the spell will fail," Sabrina said, calmly.

"Actually, I have a lot of reasons," Lydia interjected, "For starters —"

Lydia was interrupted by thumping coming from the graveyard. The three Spellmans turned their heads to see Thomas, Prudence, Dorcas, and Nick backing away from Agatha's grave. A moment later, a hand shot up from the dirt.

"And that would be Agatha," Sabrina said, looking quite pleased with herself, "Right on schedule. See? Everything's going according to plan."

Ambrose shook his head, leaning down in the twins' faces.

"Infamous last words, cousin," he said to Sabrina. He patted both Lydia and Sabrina's shoulders, before walking back to the house.

"Thirteen hours, Ambrose!" Sabrina called after him, "Tommy will be back! You'll see! You'll both see!"

Sabrina looked at Lydia, nodding her head and reaffirming, "Everything will be okay in thirteen hours."

"Sure it will," Lydia said, a tight smile on her face.

By this point, Agatha had crawled her way out of the ground and was being carried out of the graveyard by her sisters. Thomas and Nick were walking over to the twins.

"I just wanted to say goodnight before I left," Thomas said once they met the girls. Nick and Sabrina walked a bit away from the other two. Lydia nodded her head.

"Goodnight, then," Lydia told him. Thomas smiled at her, and then, surprisingly, pulled her in for a hug.

At first, Lydia froze, because Thomas was hugging her. But then she remembered that not even a week ago she had fully sobbed into his chest, and she didn't feel so uncomfortable. In fact, she even hugged him back.

Lydia pulled away first. She looked up at him and he looked down at her. Thomas tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and left his hand holding the side of her face. Lydia almost found herself leaning into his touch when she remembered Susie, who had just done something so similar. The thought made her step away.

Even though Thomas looked disheartened, he didn't say anything when his hand fell. He bid Lydia goodnight, and then walked away.

Sabrina finished her conversation with Nick, and he followed Thomas. Lydia watched them go.

"Are you okay?" Sabrina asked. Lydia turned to her, confused.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. You just seem weird," Sabrina said. Lydia shrugged.

"Let's just go inside," Lydia told her, and the twins began to walk into the house together.

"Thomas skipped out on performing a necromantic ritual to be with you. That's pretty romantic, don't you think?"

"Oh, shut up."

─ ༓ ─

That night as Lydia laid awake in bed, she found herself thinking of what Thomas asked her earlier. Why did she like Susie? Her answer to Thomas was very bland, she knew that. Lydia wished she could have been more descriptive in her answer, but what she felt for Susie wasn't something she could put into words.

Susie was like the first breath you take after being underwater. She was like that feeling you get just before you fall asleep after a long day. She was like waking up and smelling breakfast from the kitchen. Susie was all the good things in the world that were taken for granted until you were experiencing them.

But Susie didn't like her. Or maybe she did. If she did, Lydia couldn't tell. When she thought about the night at Susie's house just a couple of nights ago, she felt stupid and almost sad.

And then there was the Thomas of it all, because Thomas did like her. Maybe the reason why Lydia got uncomfortable around him was because she had never been liked before, or at least known about it. Thomas was someone who wanted to be with her, and perhaps it scared her.

But it didn't matter what Thomas thought, or even what Susie thought. Lydia liked Susie Putnam, and some warlock who was kind of pretty wasn't going to change that.

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REWRITTEN: march 2024
EDITED: october 2024
WORDS: 4,720

AUTHOR'S NOTE! i am very tired so i dont have much to say so i hope you enjoyed this chapter!! please vote and comment if you did :)