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Sabrina Spellman is turning seventeen tonight.

Honestly, in the time since her sixteenth birthday, she's seriously doubted that she would make it to this day-- and certainly doubted that she would be free from the Path of Night and the Path of Night, able to do as she pleases. She's not sure she can say she expected anything that's happened to her over the year, really, not a single thing.

But standing outside the warehouse Kavinsky has thoughtfully offered for her use, in a somewhat accurate Halloween costume, she's absolutely happier than she ever foresaw. Where she'd been worried about losing her boyfriend and best friends, she's got three people she loves so much she can hardly stand it, in entirely different ways. Where she'd had a ghost or worse for a father, she has a dad who knows who she is, her capabilities, and loves her only for being herself. She misses her aunts and Ambrose, but knowing that she's still back with them is of great comfort. She can't say she's doing much better on the high school front, but she's not sure she cares.

Enough people seem fascinated by the sex cult rumors that when she and Salem had littered both high school campuses, Sabrina had got plenty of takers. The party itself will start soon, and Sabrina looks up, comforted by the lack of full moon. Taking her broom, she carefully sweeps each step clean, feeling the ritual settle her. The warehouse inside looks a lot like a clearing in the woods, complete with bonfire, and if the punch is spiked, well-- it is a high school party.

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"Thank you," she hums more than she says, moving with him as easy and natural as if they create their own kind of gravity. "I'm a fan of your look tonight, too. That eyeliner and jean combination is making me want to be a terrible hostess."

She grins, looping her arms around his neck. "Or, contrarily, a very good hostess to you."

"I was held back a grade or two," Magnus replies as he grins broadly and wraps his arms around Sabrina. He squeezes her tight before releasing and taking a good look at her.

"A little on the nose, darling, but you look fantastic, and that's the most important thing." He gives her a wink. "How are you enjoying yourself? Good party?"

Rowan grins broadly at Rosie as she approaches.

"You look great," he says immediately. Because even if she's obviously a bit tipsy, she looks happy, flushed and cheerful. That's not something completely fabricated by alcohol.

And of course she looks beautiful, too.

"I saw it at Sloth Burger once and I thought..." He shrugs. "It's better than the plug and socket costume, right?"

"Oh, worlds better," she says with an easy, agreeable grin. If she blushes at the compliment, too, it's something she hopes is lovely, a soft pink flush against her cheeks and along the bridge of her nose. "Though I'd suppose most costumes are, compared to that one."

The mention of it reminds her that, for all that the plug and socket costume was horrifying and crude, it's meant for a couple, and Rosie glances behind him for a moment looking for another new arrival to the party.

"It's sort of inspired by a friend of mine back home," he says, grinning at her, the fake silver ring in the corner of his lip catching the light. "Just generic punk asshole? I thought Sabrina would probably dig the eyeliner."

"It might have been me," says Nick, flashing the silver hip flask that's tucked into his pocket. "You're safe to drink it, don't worry. It's nothing to alarming." He presses a kiss against her jaw. "Well, I like all the ways you look, too, babe. Especially this. This is superb."

"I know, right?" says Nick, who'd barely been in the background for Sabrina's dark baptism, even though he'd wanted her, even then. He curls one arm around her waist to keep her close as they kiss.

"I've got a surprise planned for you later. Rosie and me."

"I thought you'd like it," says Charlie, flashing a grin. He kisses the corner of her mouth. "Stay over at my place tonight. After all this. I want to wake up with you."

"Must have been an interesting friend." Whatever punk is, it seems to be another of those things that's from well after Rosie's time--and judging by Charlie's outfit and that silver ring she's only just noticed in his lip, it's something that would have horrified most of the people she'd known back home. She'll have to learn more about it, if only because of that.

"And Sabrina's absolutely going to enjoy the eyeliner," she adds, glancing at the crowd for a moment as she tries to spot the girl in question. "It makes you look...I don't know if dangerous is the right word, but something like it."

"Nicholas Scratch!" she exclaims, turning that delighted and mock-scandalized tone right back on him as he offers up that glimpse at the flask in his pocket. "You're a terrible influence, you know." With a grin, she takes another sip of punch, a bit more prepared now for the harsh bite of whatever's been mixed into it.

Rosie lets out a pleased little laugh as she's kissed, then pulls away just enough to let him get a better look at her costume in its entirety. "I shouldn't make a habit of buying things in an absolute snit, but at least this time it worked out wonderfully."

And if that wouldn't be a detail that would interest her someday.

However, she's entirely too focused on the possibility of a surprise to wonder if Nick had seen it all go down, that night. "Hmmm, I suppose I shouldn't inquire too much then," she answers, staying close enough to find his mouth again. "I don't love to wait, but for you two... you know I will."

Sabrina laughs, a joyful bubble of noise, and drags Jamie with her to the dance floor. "Hi," she calls out over the music. "I'm glad you came! Dance with me a bit, okay? I think I might have worn the others out!"

Charlie is but one person, after all, and she's of the impression that Nick and Rosie are off preparing her promised surprise.

And so Jamie's next on her dance card.

"I really, really like it," she murmurs, in a tone he'll know all too well to mean she does really, really like it. "The eyeliner especially." She's about to wax poetic about how beautiful, almost a bit unearthly, she thinks it makes him look, when he asks her to stay over.

Sabrina rises up to press their foreheads together. "That sounds like the best end to the night. I might have to meet you there, but you're my final stop. I want to wake up with you too."

"I'm not sure I know how to dance properly," I answered back, but I wasn't going to say no. It was her birthday, after all, and maybe if I practiced a little when I would be able to dance properly with Eddie later.

Besides, I was generally graceful from years of experience on the Island, and I thought that might equate well into dancing if I had the slightest idea how to do it.

"Should I do that?" I asked, pointing at someone who was flailing their arms over their head out of beat with the music.

Charlie huffs a laugh through his nose. They both know that he's probably the least dangerous of the four of them, unless it's just his thought process that they're talking about. It's enough to earn Rosie a kiss on the cheek, though.

"Nick's going to love that corset," he says. "They both are."

"If this is what you come up with when you're in a snit," he says, the word making the corner of his mouth lift in a slight smirk, "Then I should try to piss you off more often."

"It'll definitely be worth waiting for, I promise," says Nick, leaning in close. "I've already seen what Rosie's got on under that corset."

Charlie's smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, a pleased flush touching his cheekbones. When she leans in against him like, he smudges the tip of his nose against hers.

"Sounds pretty perfect to me."

"Oh, I know," she says, her tone bright and pleased--with the night, with the company, with the thought of how daring she'd been even choosing this costume in the first place. "I still can't believe I bought it in the first place, but it'll be worth it if only for that." He kisses her then, the brush of his lips friendly and gentle against her cheek, and Rosie grins.

"Well, honestly," she says after a pause, "Sabrina's already seen it." Her smile softens to one that's a little less broad, if just as steady. There's no secret here, really, but this part of how things have changed within their group still leaves her a bit less sure of herself. "The day I bought it, I went to get her opinion on it, since I wasn't sure if it was completely ridiculous or not."

"Oh, hush," Rosie says, a blush rising to her cheeks as she considers buying more things like this to wear for him. Or for Sabrina. Or taking a trip with Sabrina to that ridiculous store in the mall that she likes so much to buy something matching for Nick's enjoyment. The myriad of possibilities makes her head spin, just for a moment.

"Not that you shouldn't try, and see what it gets you."

"Oh, really?" asks Charlie, eyebrow raised. He might not have feelings for Rosie, not like that, but he's a boy, nominally heterosexual, and picturing his girlfriend with another girl? Definitely hot.

"I'm making a mental note," he says, leaning in, his arm wrapped around her waist, hand drifting down to squeeze her ass over the voluminous fabric of her skirt.

"Yes, really," she says, her face growing more than a little warm at the expression on his face. They all know the various ways they've ended up together, in bed and out, and teasing of this kind from Charlie is far more preferable than anything said by some of the boys at school, but none of that is ever enough to keep her from blushing. "Suffice to say, she didn't think it looked ridiculous at all."

"Of course you are," she says, her laugh turning into a surprised squeak as he grabs at her--though she doesn't pull away. She never would. "Coming up with all kinds of clever ideas." Pressed as close as they are, it's easy for Rosie to run the fingers of her free hand along the front of his white dress shirt, her fingertips bumping gently against each pearly button.

"Speaking of clever ideas..." She bites her lip, blushing faintly. "There's nothing left to do for Sabrina's surprise, right? Except be ready, whenever it's time."

"I bet she didn't," says Charlie. He only half knows what Rosie and Nick have planned for Sabrina; he doesn't mind that at all. "She's going to come and crash at my place once her surprise is over."

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