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[ Some might remember the last time they saw Sabrina she was living in the empty Spellman Mortuary, but the view on the screen today reveals she's returned to her assigned government housing in Maurtia Falls #001. Not that she had wanted to leave her "home", but with it disappearing altogether on her there was very little choice in the matter.

Her expression is contemplative, a low hum can be heard before she speaks. ]

For those of you that come from worlds where you were born with magic— uh, or I guess were given magic powers here...? [ She shakes her head, staring off to the side as her train of thought is derailed. ] Sorry, what I just want to ask is if there's anyone who would be willing to help me hone my own magic?

[ She's had quite a bit to think about since the Diomuhr fiasco. Sorry for nearly getting some people killed. ]

I'm wondering if there's anyone whose magic is primarily based on incantations and is adept at conjurations, too. Since my arrival I've learned that there are so many kinds of magic, something I honestly didn't know much about back home. I'm hoping I could practice alongside someone whose magic is similar to mine.

[ While Sabrina's opened up more about her witch powers, she's never made a public announcement like this before. It's almost surreal. ]

So if there are other witches, that would be helpful, but it doesn't necessarily have to be a witch. Seems like magic comes in all shapes and forms across the universes and still operates similarly in some places.

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[slightlyoffchilt]

No, I am most certainly not a warlock. I graduated from Harvard.

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I'm sorry, do I know you? Or... maybe we haven't met, but your name sounds familiar.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Doctor Chilton, Doctor Frederick Chilton. I am head administrator of the Maurtia Falls Psychiatric Hospital for Abnormal Conditions, you've probably seen me in the news media?

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Oh.

[ It clicks into place. ]

You're right, that's where I think I've heard the name.

And... oh, yes, I think that's where one of my housemates works. Fortunato?

[slightlyoffchilt]

One of my most trusted and dedicated employees. [He pauses, before:] You get along with him, do you?

[melodramagic]

Of course. Fortunato's been a great friend to me.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am relieved to hear that. He needs a support system. Especially here.

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[ She pauses then, somewhat concerned. ]

Has he said something? Fortunato's a pretty quiet person, so we don't talk a lot about those sort of things.

[ He's so secretive. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I have known him for months now, nearly a year. He does not necessarily feel comfortable... speaking. About it.

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I don't want him to feel as if he can't. We've been living together for months, too.

[ She hesitates initially to say anything, but then quietly she adds: ]

Besides, he's already helped me with something, so I'll always want to return the favor.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Ah. [He reads her as sincere, and particularly compassionate. That alone influences his following words.] Well... I would just advise. Being gentle. Which I would assume you had in mind already.

But he isn't one for surprises.

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Surprises such as...?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Loud noises, sharp movements, big changes in the weather, difficult news. Anything really.

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... are you sure about that? You're making him sound fragile.

[slightlyoffchilt]

He is fragile.

[Or more accurately, Chilton was overprotective. Now that Reggie was gone.]

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[ It's difficult not to heed Chilton's words, so Sabrina nods to convey her understanding. ]

I won't do anything to upset him. I wouldn't... he's my friend.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well -- yes, good. Thank you for that.

[This isn't a sort of situation he's used to, the words carry in his mouth a little too long.]

And nice to meet you, formally. [Glances at the name again.] Sabrina.

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Likewise, Dr. Chilton.

[ Didn't Reggie also work in that place? She's apprehensive to ask, still feeling down about his departure. ]

Did you really employ a demon? How did you get it to obey you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Yes, I did. As a personal assistant, years ago, mostly for the sake of my hospital. I -- ah, he just wanted a steady paycheck. And a few other favors.

Is that not normally how the deal runs?

[melodramagic]

Demons don't normally take cash payments.

[ That is so bizarre to her. She can't imagine it at all. ]

He didn't take anything from you? A sacrifice? Blood? Your soul?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Keep listing. Other fluids.

[melodramagic]

Other fluids?

[ PLEASE DON'T SAY OTHER BODILY FLUIDS... ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Yes.

[He didn't technically... say those words... if that helps........]

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[melodramagic]

... uh, never mind. I don't... I don't need to know.