About ten minutes later, in a secluded spot in a nearby wooded area, Stephanie waited, sitting on a stump. Then she stood up, noticing a figure shrouded in black moving towards her. When the person got close enough, she saw that it was Sarah.
"I ... I didn't think we'd meet again. So soon, I mean."
Sarah smirked. It was the same wicked grin she always had, but more recently it had become more well-known as Sarah the cheerleader bitch's trademark smirk. "It's good to see you again, Steph. And to talk to you. You have no idea how fucking annoying it is to talk to those idiots who think they're my friends."
"Well, you said there was something you had to tell me in person. What is it?"
Sarah took the glass ball out of her pocket. It was still glowing, although very dim.
"Does that mean what I think it means?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah. Someone in town is using magic."
"Athena?" Athena DeVries was Jon's sister Zoe's best friend.
"No. She knows some magic, but nothing on this level. It's someone else. I need you and Sabrina to keep an eye out. Whoever's doing this may give themselves away."
"Maybe we should tell the others. I mean, it's been two years. They could be useful." Stephanie was referring to Zoe Gibson, Athena DeVries, Zelda Whitefield, and Trevor Blake (the other Goths, in other words).
"No," Sarah said. "They may agree with what we're doing, they may not. I want to keep this between you, me, and Sabrina. No one else. Got that?"
"Yeah."
Sarah smirked. "Don't worry. It's almost done. I won't have to pretend much longer."
Stephanie let out a sigh and nodded.
"Now, I've got to get back. A couple of those barbie bimbos want me to go to the mall with them. Goddess, I hope my plan works so I can get out of this hell."
