Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- for student nominations. - [boy] Nick!

Was it a witch? A warlock?

Witches can ascend to a multitude of coveted fellowships

[loud bubbling]

but it will happen.

the more impressive the demon they'll be able to summon

[plays squeakily]

As my wife Constance did before her death...

And I signed the Book of the Beast, because that was the Dark Lord's will.

Is some handsome young warlock clouding your judgment?

Pons meum aer fiat. Scriptum quod peto mihi mitte.

But there's a difference.

And it's not an excuse, but I didn't have any time to study.

Ye... Yeah, we all did.

- Not even I know that. - [Sabrina] The books

where did you go?

- ♪ But you knew it all along ♪ - [sighs] Morning, Aunties. Ambrose.

Followed by a vote.

well, I do not like a near rhyme, and neither does the Dark Lord.

But it's a contest of conjuring. Isn't that your specialty?

Cool it with newborn's blood

Father Blackwood?

and not to expect you for the next two weeks.

[muttering and sighing]

Well, the hierarchies of Hell might not like that,

- The Salem Witchcraft Trials? - 1692.

Didn't you hear me, Ambrose?

♪ Keep it in, turn it up Before it ends ♪

High Priestess.

Sabrina! Sabrina! Sabrina!

The potion remains stable.

Is this true, Zelda?

Pons meum aer fiat.

- or called forth by someone. - Okay.

And did you find the answer you were looking for, Agatha Christie?

The... The Academy?

- Theo. - Yeah.

that I would one day be High Priestess of the Church of Night.

As your High Priest and Headmaster,

And now I'm gonna lose to Nicholas, which wouldn't be so bad,

Dorian, we'll have two slow gin fizzes.

I better get studying, then.

You're one of my disciples.

Is that gum in your mouth?

If I could have your attention, please.

- I'm not mad. - Okay.

And may the Dark Lord be with you both.

[knock at door]

Good morning to you, my young warlocks and witches.

This is Brother Machen, Sister Carswell, Brother Lovecraft,