Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will confess, if that's what you truly advise, Auntie Hilda.
Witches!
[Theo] In 13th-century Europe, thousands of children set out on a holy crusade
Harvey, this isn't your decision. It's Roz's.
- We already have a faith. - Okay.
Well, I can't even get into the Academy because I'm expelled.
The... Well, the Trivium, they're the gatekeepers.
We tolerated each other because decorum and the Dark Lord required it.
[ominous music playing]
Sabrina, that is exactly what I am saying.
Say it. "He that dwelleth
His acts were witnessed by the entire coven.
Confess. Confess.
You were born of the darkest sin against God!
- [Theo] Sabrina. - [Harvey] It's been a while.
No matter what happens in the witch world, I can always rely on them.
Personal to my family.
Uh, yeah, why?
I've seen better days.
Our bond is eternal.
Harvey, get me the phone.
and skittering ghouls of this Witch's Cell
Ah! There we go!
Just cleaning up some spilled milk
[Harvey] Sabrina!
Just a sec.
But my, how quickly you turn on your False God.
I am going to Baxter High to talk to Ms. Wardwell.
He's in the Witch's Cell.
- I wanna come too, to help. - Oh...
Why are they keeping you in the library, alone?
She's going to see little Harvey.
They found the church from us.
You can suck on the bones while you contemplate your fate in the abyss...
I've been charged with obtaining a signed confession from you.
to something most people think is...
A hundred percent, you can. You just have to ask for forgiveness.
And you'll rot in this cell until you give it to me.
I will consider it
You look dreadful.
You can't hide from God.
What?
No! No! No, no!
The wheels of justice grind too slowly.
Is someone in the house with you?
We're not getting into that school, not without a Hand of Glory.
I... I didn't cook this plump chicken for Ambrose.
- Sabrina, what is that? - It's a comfort charm for Roz.
[thunder crashing]
- "Why am I here?" - Please, I'm begging you. Let me go.
Well done, Dorian. Ah, but don't kill him.
like the scoundrel that he is
Not anymore.
- [laughs] - ...should you not make your confession.
I'm sorry. Okay.
- waiting for his death day. - No one is laying a finger on that boy.
Confess. Confess. Confess.
Dear Ambrose, prison life agrees with you.
So, who are you?
- My father gave me strict orders. - Prudence, please, I'm begging you.
And your hearts turning to stone.
[thunder rolling]