"Do not."
Sabrina declared firmly.
Maxwell and Alan barely managed to suppress their laughter as Sabrina sat across from them, head down in embarrassment. Emma watched from the railing of the second floor, confused as to what was going on.
"Don't you dare."
She repeated, but still, even if Alan could contain his laughter, mainly because he didn't want to make her mad. Maxwell wasn't the same.
"Buha!"
A while ago, a few 'inquisitors' had appeared at the mansion, holding Sabrina in chains. They had explained she had 'stolen' Alan's medallion and attempted to access the forbidden parts of the library.
Alan's medallion could grant access, but as Sabrina had guessed, it had ancient magic inscribed onto it that was directly linked to Alan Peccator. She was lucky, actually. Very lucky.
