June 3rd, Y108
Sabrina had never been to therapy before.
There had been times in her life where it might have greatly benefited her. When she was a small child trying to cope with never getting to know her parents, it might have been nice to speak to someone about the multitude of feelings she had on the subject. Her aunts were a great source of comfort to her, there was no doubt about that, but she could never be fully honest with them about how even the greatest outpouring of their love couldn’t make her stop missing her mother and father. It might have been helpful to talk to someone detached and unbiased about how she was feeling…but then, how beneficial could a therapy session really be when Sabrina could only ever speak about half of her life? The other half, her witch-half, was far too secret to ever bring into discussion. It just wasn't an option.
Now that Sabrina was in Pandora, however, that was no longer the case. Attending Schola meant living as an ‘out’ witch. She could talk about magic as much as she liked, without repercussion, because everyone around her was magical as well. Sabrina enjoyed this newfound freedom immensely – though it had to be said that certain aspects of her life were still kept secret, at least to most people. She did not advertise the fact that she belonged to the Church of Night, nor that her magic was infernal in nature. Somehow, she just didn’t think that these aspects of her life would be welcomed by most of her peers.
There was nothing stopping her from spilling all of her troubles to a therapist, however, and the idea that she might do so had been weighing on her mind lately. She was struggling – had been ever since the night of her baptism – and coming to Pandora meant having far fewer people to lean on than ever before. She needed to talk to someone, to gain some perspective on the changes in her life, without holding back, and this seemed as good an option as any. If it all went poorly…well, at least she’d tried.
Sabrina arrived on time for her appointment. She didn’t really know what to expect and felt some nervousness creeping into the pit of her stomach as she raised her fist to knock on the therapist’s door, but she was quick to suppress the feeling. The door was already ajar, so after knocking she opened it the rest of the way and stepped inside, her gaze immediately drawn to the man that was waiting for her there. She put on a polite, if slightly anxious smile. “Hello. I’m Sabrina Spellman. You’re Dr. Lu?”