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That crown ensures that.

- Confess. Confess. Confess. Confess. - Thank you, Aunt Hilda.

Nicky, darling.

- [door closes] - [laughs]

But if you dedicate your entire life

from a surprise visit from a witch-hunter,

In the meantime, I'm on my way to take a personal day.

Oh, for Satan's sake, let him help. He just wants to put things right.

Why don't you make and give her a comfort charm?

[ominous music playing]

But I'll have to make arrangements at Baxter High,

Confess. Confess. Confess. Confess.

We're expelled.

Yeah. Absolutely fine.

Your coven is the Church of Night. Your High Priest is Faustus Blackwood.

I want you to remember who did this to you.

Not all of us can just leave whenever we want and come back whenever we want.

We pray to Satan that the Weird Sisters are as malicious as I think they are.

They'll all be sitting ducks. We have to warn them.

Well... your soul, at least.

Scatter and hide, all of you!

What kind of a fool do you think I am?

[Ms. Wardwell sighing]

[screams] Witch-hunters!

Our desecrated church.

we ran and hid.

- I mean, we're friends. - [giggles]

The ring should've... hidden Adam.

[Hilda] Oh, Ambrose.

- to be with everyone else? - Why?

There is no escape to Tibet or anywhere else.

Oh... Oh, I don't understand.

[chuckles] As long as you're expelled,

Come, that you may stand and be judged for your sins.

What? Father Blackwood can't just decree these things.

Theo, what's, uh... what's goin' on?

[rapid breaths]

"O, Mighty Dark Lord, by whom all things are set afire..."

[Quentin] I do, Miss.

'Cause Vinegar Tom died in 1989.

[girl] Where are they?