Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The gauntlet was thrown, Aunt Hilda.

And beating and shooting and drowning.

Really? Because you spurn the coven at every turn,

They're demons. Ascribing motivations to them is folly.

Aah! Come on, come on!

Pons meum aer fiat.

♪ She's the real thing ♪

And two of you. And two of you.

are a prelude to further, darker changes.

to help an under-prepared witch.

Before we get started, boys, I need to make one thing very clear.

real or assumed.

I am Mary Wardwell.

Um... Yes, but I... Hm.

Ascend to what, Nick?

Coach Craven, a word.

I took the liberty of selecting a few volumes you might wish to peruse

Theo might look like a girl, but he's not.

before First Assembly.

♪ I'm just a girl ♪

I never dreamed I'd be once again teaching at the Academy.

I certainly wouldn't put you in any danger.

To losing one battle.

What? Why? What?

- ♪ You hear her calling ♪ - [meows]

I'm your High Priest.

And that's how he's always been. He's just... ready now.

I don't think they'd welcome me.

The first to cause rancification loses.

[cheering and applause continue]

perhaps you should transfer back to Baxter High.

try out for the basketball team, which is unacceptable.

Gentlemen, your attention, please.

♪ She sends out an aroma ♪

♪ When you're layin' so close to me ♪

within the Church of Night.

of a female Top Boy, are they? - No.

Questions are drawn from the Corpus Arcanum,

- [Father Blackwood] Hail Satan! - [all] Hail Satan!

- Why did you come for me? - [creaking]

"The half-witch must not ascend."

I have no shame or regrets.

but I thought it was time we caught up on a few things.

Or trying out, at least. Dad set up a backboard over the garage.

And before you pooh-pooh me,

It's Academy tradition for the High Priest to take prospective Top Boys out

- [sighs] - [fly whines]

But he won't keep us both down, Sabrina.

no more secret assignations or flagellations.

A demon and his pet rats.

and I don't want them to see me that way.

Hm. I'll probably still be here in the morning when you get back.

No, Miss Wardwell, I'm telling you.