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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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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."

"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, 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.

"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."

"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."

"Of course she is," Rosie says, fond and genuinely pleased at the news. "I wouldn't have expected anything else."

As much as she's looking forward to everything she and Nick are going to set in motion--in almost no time at all, now--that Sabrina will be leaving them once it's through, waking up with the only one of the three of them who's truly become her home here in this mad and baffling city, strikes her as the only correct choice.

They're making it work, the four of them, and Charlie can't help but find that a little bit miraculous. He leans his weight into Rosie for a moment, just holding her close. "Do you want to dance with me properly? Before you go upstairs?"

She smiles, the weight of him against her close and friendly in the way it always is, and nods. "I'd love that," she says, moving just enough to slip her hand in his and start leading him towards the dance floor. "I always like dancing with you."