Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I'm not scared. I'm not scared.

- Well, that's just poppycock. - Yeah.

There's an eclipse.

I heard you calling in the woods.

Now, there's a very handsome hedgehog, a noble-looking owl.

I'm saying that witches are real, Harvey.

Earlier incarnations assumed that reanimated corpses

I feel bad for her, living in that house...

and I just think that if she wants to talk to someone, an outside opinion...

Isn't that what you are? Half-witch, half-mortal?

I just wish your mom and dad were here to see this, to see you.

and going to a boarding school in Connecticut.

Can we please have a family meeting? I've made a decision about my baptism.

I'm with you, we'll try, I'm just saying...

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This isn't like you, cousin,

Puritanical masculinity?

Harvey's a part of it, sure, but it's everything.

If I can't stay with them, at least I can do this one thing.

- Midnight-ish. - The witching hour?

You'll cultivate your gifts at the Academy of Unseen Arts,

What's your name?

I mean, that kind of cosmic alignment demands a party.

Is that possible?

How there were witch trials like in Salem,

She is living in a constant state of fear.

Hold a tick, you're not having doubts, are you,

To protect you from these sorts of attacks.

If... If only I could make things easier for you.

Go to an orchard, find the oldest tree.

It's also where I'll be reborn this Friday night.

A witch hunter?

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Sometimes it might show you a glimpse of the future.

were afflicted by rigor mortis, and, as such, moved slowly.

Rosalind and I have a club proposal we were hoping to get approved today.

The Woman's Intersectional Cultural and Creative Association: WICCA.

Even I had butterflies.

I think that's my favorite sound in the whole world.

I'd love that, Ms. Wardwell, but I have plans after school.

about your dark baptism?

On my 16th birthday, at the stroke of midnight,

Especially if this club gives you

where your father was headmaster.

there lived a girl who is half-witch, half-mortal, who, on her 16th birthday,

On one level, yes, it's about zombies, but it's also about the Cold War.

Not in Greendale General. Here.

Could you make him look like that?

Why does he get to decide what I do with my body?

What's going on? What happened?