Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pons meum aer fiat.

real or assumed.

within the Church of Night.

I'm your High Priest.

"The half-witch must not ascend."

try out for the basketball team, which is unacceptable.

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

Ascend to what, Nick?

♪ When you're layin' so close to me ♪

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

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

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

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

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

No, Miss Wardwell, I'm telling you.

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

Coach Craven, a word.

And beating and shooting and drowning.

no more secret assignations or flagellations.

are a prelude to further, darker changes.

to help an under-prepared witch.

And before you pooh-pooh me,

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

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

And two of you. And two of you.

perhaps you should transfer back to Baxter High.

I have no shame or regrets.

♪ She sends out an aroma ♪

- [sighs] - [fly whines]

The first to cause rancification loses.

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

Questions are drawn from the Corpus Arcanum,

I certainly wouldn't put you in any danger.

Gentlemen, your attention, please.

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

before First Assembly.

What? Why? What?

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

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

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

- ♪ You hear her calling ♪ - [meows]

The gauntlet was thrown, Aunt Hilda.

To losing one battle.

♪ I'm just a girl ♪

I am Mary Wardwell.

Aah! Come on, come on!

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

Really? Because you spurn the coven at every turn,

♪ She's the real thing ♪

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

A demon and his pet rats.

[cheering and applause continue]

I don't think they'd welcome me.