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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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"You too, Miss Spellman," he says, taking her hand and threading their fingers together, pulling her in against him. "Are you having a good time, babe? Enjoying your party?"

"Seventeen sure looks a lot different than the year before it," she answers, pulling their joined hands to her chest as she lets him reel her in, going all too easily. "I'm-- I'm so happy, it doesn't even seem real sometimes." Rising slightly on her toes, though not needing to go far with this pair of heels, she finds his mouth with hers.

"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."

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."

"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."

"Oh, I believe it," Sabrina says, swaying further into him, as if they might start to dance at any moment. "You know, that corset has a lot of sentimental value to me now. Did you lace her up yourself tonight?"

She's a little tipsy, but she doesn't have to be tipsy to reflect on how good he always smells.

"I did," he says, his arms wrapped around her waist as they sort of, maybe, start to dance. "Like a present for you. Dressed her up myself."