If Sabrina's well-practiced at anything, it's enjoying herself even in ominous circumstances. She reaches out and takes Jules by the hand, leading her away from the front and signs of, well, impending violence-- into the back, lit more by eccentric lamps than candles for now.

"I haven't had a normal birthday since I turned sixteen," she says, the memories no longer as painful as they'd once been. "It was supposed to be my Dark Baptism. I didn't exactly do what I was supposed to, then."

Instead of swearing herself to the Dark Lord, she'd destroyed the entire Church of Night. Oops.

"Halloween's still my favorite, though."