Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Character/Pairing: Salem, Sabrina
Word Count: 1,317
Date Written: 12 September 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
“EUUW!” Sabrina makes a face as she enters her bedroom just in time to see Salem withdraw a paw filled with some kind of nasty, orange gunk. “What are you doing,” she demands, “and why are you doing it in my bedroom?”
His tail strikes her bed as his furry, little face begins to pout. “I was trying to carve some pumpkins -- “ he starts.
“Carving pumpkins?!” Sabrina nearly shrieks. “In my bedroom?! Oh, you are so lucky I have magic!” She starts pointing here and there, cleaning up the mess he’s made, when she notices how completely sorrowful he looks. “Hey. Don’t pout. It’ll be okay. We’ll be decorated for Halloween in no time!”
Levitating his pumpkins in the air, she makes another face at them. “You tried.” She zaps each in turn, once again cleaning up his mess and making their grins rather large and spooktacular. “See?” she asks eagerly. “It’s all cleaned up and now we can start really having fun decorating!”
He turns his head away from her. His tail curls around his furry back end. “Sure you can,” he mutters, “show off.”
“Salem! I was just trying to help!”
“The finger makes everything so easy,” he continues muttering and sulking, “when you have magic!”
“It’s not like that! Hey, I can’t help it if you don’t have magic any longer because you tried to take over the world!”
“Rub it in.” He moans and stretches across her bed.
Sabrina frowns, but then she brightens. “Hey, the pumpkins are done, but we still have a lot of decorating to do!” With a point of her finger, plastic mice and spiders ran down upon Salem, but he doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even flinch or twitch his tail. She sighs and tries again. Silly string and confetti dangle downward on top of him. They brush over his paws, but he doesn’t even attempt to grasp them.
Sabrina’s frown deepens. She looks around the room. “Where’d you ever get the idea that cats can carve pumpkins any way?”
“We have claws,” he reminds her, finally swishing his tail and using it to strike the bed again.
“Shrek!” Sabrina exclaims, spying the disc. “I should’ve known. You know animated cats can do a lot of things real cats can’t.”
“I know,” he murmurs and then cuts eyes at her. “Just like there’s a lot more of those green-skinned Witches floating around in media than there actually is.”
“Salem!” Sabrina exclaims, her voice nearing a whine. “Come on now! You know I don’t like it when you’re sad like this!”
“Then do something about it,” Salem counters, his tail once more curling around his body. “Get me my magic back.”
“You know I can’t do that!”
“Give me your finger -- “
“Just for one day?”
He sighs and turns his head away from her.
“You know I can’t give you my magic,” Sabrina says more gently, “not without risking losing it forever or at least centuries and spending them stuck as a cat like you too!”
“I know,” he counters, “but still, you could try!”
“And I’d get caught the first time out! You know how rotten my luck is!” Watching him beginning to pout, Sabrina begins to soften again, even though she knows giving him even a drop of her magic at his disposal is grounds for immediate punishment by the Council. She zaps in a fine, china bowl filled to the brim with his favorite ice cream. “Why don’t we have ice cream instead?”
He turns his back on it. His tail strikes the bed. “I’m not hungry,” he says, lifting his tiny, black nose up into the air.
“Of course you’re not.” Sabrina groans. “What do you want me to do?”
“I already told you what I wanted -- “
“Which is something I can not and will not ever give up,” Sabrina counters, shaking her head.
“Then just leave me alone,” Salem says, sniffling. “I’m no good to you or to Halloween or to anyone -- “
“Nonsense!” Sabrina exclaims. Suddenly, an idea strikes her, and with two more points of her magic finger, Sabrina vanishes the ice cream and brings in another pumpkin in its place. “Try it again,” she coaxes. “Maybe we can figure out together what you’re doing wrong.”
Salem doesn’t even look at the pumpkin. “We know what I’m doing wrong,” he says. “You pretty much just said it yourself: Live cats aren’t supposed to be able to do things with their claws like animated ones can. Just because Puss does it on TV doesn’t mean I can do it in real life. There! See, I’ve said it! Are you happy now?”
“No, and I won’t be until you carve me a pumpkin, buster,” Sabrina shoots back. She points at his claws and mutters a few, quick words underneath her breath. Salem’s paws start to glow as he finds himself gliding forward on the bed and straight for the pumpkin.
“Go ahead,” Sabrina coaxes. “Take a swipe. I bet you find you’re much better at it now.”
“Really?” he asks, looking doubtfully up at her. His tail swishes. “What did you do?” he asks.
“Why don’t you use those glowing paws of yours and find out?” Sabrina counters.
Slowly, carefully, Salem takes a cautionary swipe at the outer shell of the pumpkin sitting before him. The swipe, though not straight in its motion, cuts a straight line. Salem looks at it with a truly puzzled expression before making another swipe. This time, he keeps his claws in the pumpkin and works his way bottom from top, right to left, each set of swipes steadily increasing the pumpkin’s crooked, jagged grin.
When he’s done with the pumpkin’s grin, Salem lifts his paws and studies his handiwork. This pumpkin is definitely looking better than the other five he tried, unsuccessfully, to carve! “Hey! What did you do?”
Sabrina winks at him. “Don’t look a gift Witch in the mouth.”
He laughs, a deep and finally happy sound. “I wonder who taught you that one?”
She grins and pats his furry head. “Who do you think? Go ahead,” she urges. “Finish making him. Give him eyes.”
Salem punctuates two holes two inches above the pumpkin’s cocky grin. Sabrina points at the pumpkin, and a candle flares to life inside his mouth. Still pointing at the pumpkin that has now officially been upgraded into a jack o’lantern, she directs its route from her bed and over to her window seat. “There. Much better!” she announces almost proudly.
Salem’s tail swishes. “Can we do another one?”
“Sure!” She materializes another pumpkin into the room and watches as Salem carves a face onto it with the ease of a true expert. She follows that one with another one and yet another one after that. By the time they’ve finished the fifth pumpkin, she’s sitting on the bed beside Salem. “Feeling better?” she asks eagerly, smiling down at him.
“Oh, yes!” His long, ebony tail swishes again. “Much better!” The tip of his tail suddenly twitches in the very tiniest warning. “But, hey, you missed a spot.”
“I did? Where?” Sabrina leans closer, and Salem instantly throws a bit of orange goo at her. “HEY!” she shrieks, jumping back. Salem so hard he rolls over onto his furry back and keeps rolling.
Sabrina’s set to go again with her finger, but watching Salem, she relents. She knows it’s frustrating for him not to have his magic, and besides, she can think of few other ways she’d rather spend the first night in October than by decorating for Halloween.
She points, and plastic bugs fall onto him. He catches several in his paws and tosses them around. She just laughs, shakes her head at him, leans closer, and scratches his head until he starts purring. Their smiles fill both their faces. Oh, yeah, it’s going to be a happy season!