Summary: Sabrina takes Nick to her hometown for Christmas
Pairing: Sabrina Spellman x Nick Scratch
Word count: 0.6k
Note: There is no witches/magic in this
part 2 (coming soon)
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''We don't have to go if you don't want to.''
Nick watched as Sabrina moved around their bedroom, picking clothes and placing them carefully in the open suitcase on the bed along with their toiletries. Their suitcase should've been packed and ready the day prior, but a last minute Christmas gathering with Nick's college friends seemed more fun at the time.
''That's where you are wrong. Aunt Zelda would never forgive me if I missed the Winter Solstice dinner,'' she corrected, knowing her aunt all too well. ''And, I miss my aunties, Ambrose...and Prudence.''
Nick choked a laugh, adding a couple items to his toiletry bag. ''Why do I feel a bitterness, here?'' Sabrina bit back a smile, folding a red sweater and placing it in the suitcase. ''May I ask who is this Prudence?''
''She's my cousin's girlfriend. Pardon me, I meant his fiancée.''
He hummed, taking notes. ''You don't approve, I assume,'' Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.
The blonde racked her brain, trying to find nicer words than saying she's a bitch. Nick wouldn't mind her using the word, but she couldn't keep using such words in her vocabulary. In a couple hours, she'll be in Greendale and her aunties won't approve of such language.
''I've known Prudence since primary school. Let's say, she's not who I would've hoped my dear cousin would chose for future wife.''
Nick cocked an eyebrow. ''Old rival from school, then?''
Sabrina gave him a tight lipped smile, holding her tongue. ''Let's put it like that.''
Chuckling, Nick nodded. ''I'm impatient to meet her. I bet she's a delight.''
Holding her laugh, the blonde tried to remain serious despite her boyfriend's humorous sarcasm. ''Let's finish packing,'' Sabrina decided, picking up a pair of trousers. ''We wouldn't want to be late to dinner.''
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A couple hours later, they pulled into the driveway of her childhood home, a wave of nostalgia and excitement filling Sabrina's bones. It felt good to be home.
So many memories were made here.
She got her first broken bone from falling off the porch rail when playing circus artists with Ambrose and walking on it. Behind the house, there was the woods that led to Harvey's house, the same woods she found Salem in years ago. Poor kitten was lost and hungry and so cold; Sabrina had to bring him home.
Sabrina smiled. ''Here we are: the Spellman Mortuary,'' she introduced.
Honestly, the house wasn't what Nick had expected. Far from. Sabrina had told him it was an old house, but this was ancient. The architecture, the color of the wood and bricks - even the windows. Everything looked like it was from another century.
''I feel like I'm gonna have dinner with the Addams,'' Nick joked, cutting the contact of the car.
''Nick!'' Sabrina swatted his arm, the smile on her face betraying her offense.
''I don't mind the Addams. They're an interesting family.''
Sabrina shook her head. ''Don't make jokes of the sort to Aunt Z if you don't want to have to find a hotel for the night and the rest of our stay,'' she warned Nick before they exited the car. ''Oh! And don't take the bags. We're already five minutes late. Aunt Z must be fuming.''
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As expected, Zelda greeted her niece and beau with an annoyed frown.
''You're late,'' the woman pointed out, a cigarette holder on her left hand. ''The least you could do was to arrive on time. Hilda spent all day cooking for this dinner.''
''Sorry, Aunt Z. A car accident caused terrible traffic on the highway,'' Sabrina explained.
''There's always traffic on the highway, Sabrina. You should've known better and left earlier.''
Sabrina looked down and agreed. ''We could've...''
Beside her, Nick watched the interaction between the two Spellmans, not liking the way the tall - and haughty - woman was talking to Sabrina. If it had been anyone else, he would've called it out and told the person off, but he didn't want to argue with Sabrina's family nor cause a scene on their first night. Getting on Zelda Spellman's bad side was not on the agenda.
Zelda turned to Nick, looking at him up and down, studying him. ''You must be Nicholas.''
''Nick,'' he corrected.
She took a drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke out. ''Nicholas.''
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