[Superbus' "Invincible and Reckless"]
SINGER: ♪♪ I'm under your spell ♪♪
♪♪ But I'm okay ♪♪
♪♪ You dance it so well ♪♪
♪♪ Don't go away ♪♪
♪♪ I-I'm under your spell ♪♪
♪♪ But I'm okay ♪♪
♪♪ It's magical, physical ♪♪
♪♪ Never gonna give up now ♪♪
♪♪ Invincible, invincible ♪♪
♪♪ And reckless symphony ♪♪
♪♪ I'm under your spell ♪♪
♪♪ But I'm okay ♪♪
♪♪ You dance it so well ♪♪
♪♪ Don't go away ♪♪
♪♪ I-I'm under your spell ♪♪
♪♪ But I'm okay ♪♪
♪♪ It's magical ♪♪
LIZZIE: Previously on Spellbound...
[door opens] - [gasps]
LOLA: For future record, using a pedestrian
to share Wizen identity must be carefully handled.
- I truly--
- You used a spell to get me into this school.
You, my own mother.
- Jack's dad and Benoit's mom are sitting together.
Love is in the air.
BOTH: We've got to break up our parents.
- It was a genius idea to give her the scroll.
We already know that she can practice modern Wizen magic.
If she can practice ancient Wizen magic,
that changes everything.
[upbeat music]
♪♪ ♪♪
- I can't tell you
how excited I am about this.
I mean, with all the phones and screens and tabs and whatnot,
I'm thrilled that we're going to be
doing an actual old-fashioned newspaper
on actual paper.
And I must say that I was quite impressed with your essays
for the editor's position.
It was not an easy task to choose,
including yours, ladies.
Very good, indeed.
However, there was one student that surprised me.
Finn Cassidy...
well done.
Over to you, Mr. Editor.
- Why, thank you, Mr. Legrest. Thank you very much.
Listen up, everyone.
Newspapers are a dying art.
But I'm committed to making this
the best school paper in the history of school newspapers.
You feel me? - That's the spirit, Finn.
- Everyone must write an article.
You can pair up, or you can fly solo.
But whatever you do, make it interesting.
Better than interesting--
make it the most interesting article
in the history of articles.
- I have loads of ideas.
I wrote for my school paper back home.
- I keep up with 60 newspapers around the globe,
in English, French, and Irish.
I get investigative journalism.
- And yet you still don't speak as many languages as me.
- Nobody does, Finn. You're gifted.
- Flattery will get you... maybe somewhere.
We'll see. - [laughs]
- Keep going. - Hey, I've got ideas, too.
- So do I, but good luck getting a word in,
with Miss Journalism over there.
- That's my girl. - And I want to hear them all.
Go on. Pitch me your ideas. Go, go!
- An American in Paris. - What a cliché. Next.
- Um, what it takes to get into the Paris Opera Ballet School.
- Talent and grit.
Your article is finished. Next.
- Behind-the-scenes drama, especially if you have
a particularly annoying adversary.
- Nope. The first rule of journalism
is to stay objective.
You're better than this.
If you want the front cover, it better jump off the page
like an Olympic diver.
- Well, that doesn't make sense--divers don't jump.
- You're so literal. You know what he means.
- People, come on. This is serious business.
I'm taking pitches for the next 48 hours.
Make it pop.
And just remember--only one of you will get the front page.
[steady music]
- Hey. SIMONE: Hey.
♪♪ ♪♪
[door closes] - Hey.
- How was your shift at WE?
CECE: It was okay. MIA: Have you seen my--
CECE: Check out what Adrian gave me.
- Wait. Where did you come from?
- What do you mean? I've been here this whole time.
I was just...
on the floor, stretching,
and coming up with a brilliant cover story.
- Hey, check it out.
I'm designing my own wraparound dress.
I'm going to publish a pattern on how to make your own
from repurposed clothes.
You can use it for dance or for a night out.
- I love this.
- It's good, maybe not front-page good, but I like it.
- I don't need the front page as much as you two seem to.
- It's not so much a matter of need
as a matter of who's the most skilled.
And I think we all know the answer to that question.
- Oh, thank you, Mia.
You're so gracious to admit that it's me.
- [sighs] Hilarious.
♪♪ ♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
- As I was saying, check out what Adrian got me.
♪♪ ♪♪
It's an ancient scroll.
It's so cool. SIMONE: Let me see.
- And, look, there are words written on it.
"She could move through water and command it with her hands."
Wouldn't that be so cool?
"Dangerous.
"Uproar.
The townspeople banned her spells."
Spells were remembered even after the magic wore off?
Wow. That would have been a problem.
♪♪ ♪♪
Hey, what's up?
- Nothing. I just forgot got my water.
What's that?
- Just something that I found at a flea market
on the weekend.
- Oh, cool. Can I see? - Sure.
♪♪ ♪♪
- Well, are you going to show it to me?
♪♪ ♪♪
- Yeah.
- Are you going to unroll it? I can't see it like that.
♪♪ ♪♪
- Fine.
Here.
- Oh, wow. It's really beautiful.
- It's nothing special, just an old antique.
- That's what antique means, old.
Oh, my God.
Oh, I'm so sorry. - Hurry, a towel.
SIMONE: I've got one.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
[both screaming]
♪♪ ♪♪
What just happened? - Are you kidding me?
You just spilled water all over my stuff.
This is super rare.
- I'm sorry.
- Just go.
[dramatic music]
♪♪ ♪♪
- [gasps]
[gasps] - [gasps]
- What was that?
SIMONE: I'm sure it will be fine.
Have you got your big story yet?
- Not at all.
I wish I could write about being a witch.
SIMONE: That would definitely get you the front page.
CECE: Right? Can you imagine?
Dear readers, I'm Cece Parker-Jones,
and I have a secret.
I come from a long line of witches.
And this is my story.
- That would really give Mia a run for her money.
I wish you could do it. - Me too.
But it's way too biopic.
Okay, I got to rehearse and shake up some ideas.
- Me too. I'll come with you.
♪♪ ♪♪
- Look. - [chuckles]
Aren't you and Cece a little young for this kind of thing?
- [chuckles mockingly] I found this at my mom's.
- No way. - Way.
- I'll call the shop, pretend to be my dad.
This ends today. - Good idea.
[line trilling] - [sighs]
[deep voice] Hello.
[clears throat] This is Barton Ryder.
I was in the shop yesterday or possibly the day before.
My memory isn't what it used to be.
I'm a 40-year-old man. [chuckles]
So, right, anyway, I can't seem to find my, uh...
purchase.
- [mouthing words]
- Receipt, I meant to say, obviously,
because why would I call you if I was looking for my purchase?
[chuckles] Why would you know where I put my purchase?
[chuckles]
What? Oh, right.
So you do know where it is, I guess.
[laughing] Okay, thanks a lot.
There's a package ready for pickup.
- Oh, great.
[gentle music]
♪♪ ♪♪
- "A Modern-Day Witch" by Mia Banks.
A clever journalist wouldn't stop
until no crystal was left unturned.
It's been here all along--
the stones, the bowl of trinkets and crystals.
I mean, hello.
The closet.
♪♪ ♪♪
Aha!
♪♪ ♪♪
"Orange you glad salt spray."
Could these little W packets somehow be magic?
[package rattles] No.
♪♪ ♪♪
"Everybody knows spell," "rose-colored glasses"...
ARMANDO: You will all re-audition
for your place at Paris Opera Ballet School.
This is not ideal, but it is the only solution
that is fair.
[suspenseful music]
♪♪ ♪♪
MIA: Did she cheat her way in?
♪♪ ♪♪
The truth must be in Armando's office.
♪♪ ♪♪
[gasps] - We must be psychic,
because we keep meeting at the door like this.
- Are you...psychic?
- Yeah, right.
You okay? - Absolutely.
The question is, are you?
CECE: Uh, yeah, totally.
- Okay.
Well, I'm off to check on something administrative,
you know, something that everybody knows.
- Okay, then. Have fun.
I've got an interview with Jenny.
- We call that detention. CECE: [scoffs] You wish.
Good luck with your administrative research.
Sounds super riveting.
[indistinct chatter]
[mysterious music]
♪♪ ♪♪
- Oh. Mia, how many times must I ask you
not to sneak up on me like that?
- Sorry, sir. I was early.
Um, shall we take the time to go over
the monthly prefect attendance charts?
- No. I'm late, Miss Banks.
But go ahead and file them in the office.
I've got to be somewhere.
[sighs]
♪♪ ♪♪
"Dear Miss Parker-Jones,
"we regret to inform you that you have not been accepted
into the Paris Opera Ballet School."
I knew it!
CECE: Thank you so much for doing this.
I want to do a series of women of color in ballet,
and I want you to be the first.
- I'm honored that you ask.
We need to share our stories.
Well, my grandmother was the first Black woman
to perform as a soloist in a professional company
in Europe, the first ever.
- I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for her.
- A Black woman in ballet was unheard of back then.
After she retired, she taught classes.
And I was there every week from the time I was five.
I was the only Black girl in the class.
[soft music]
- Did you ever feel lonely,
being so different from everyone else in your class?
- Of course.
And it's not like I could hide my differences either.
I had no choice but to keep on going.
My grandmother would always tell me,
if she could do it, so could I.
But she warned me--
it wasn't easy for anyone to make it as a dancer,
and it's going to be ten times harder for me.
- That's why we have to keep going.
- Exactly.
It's better than it was back in my day and my grandmother's,
but we're still a long way off from where we need to be.
That's why my heart sings when I see young dancers like you.
[chuckles] - Thank you, Miss Jackson.
That means the world to me.
Can I ask you what message you'd like to pass on
to the next generation?
- Mm...
Not to be afraid to be vulnerable or emotional
and not to be afraid to fail
in dance and in life.
♪♪ ♪♪
- "If your activities do stink,
let those who judge you see through pink."
[pop music playing]
♪♪ ♪♪
- Finn.
♪♪ ♪♪
Do you see roses? Pink ones?
- Um...no.
- Did you read my article? - Yeah, honey, I did.
- Well?
- It's a bit out there, don't you think?
I mean, do you even have a source?
- [sighs] Oh, Finn, it's all out there in plain sight.
Can't you see?
- "Add these rose-scented salts to your bath
"to relax and rejuvenate
when you need a rosy look at things."
- [spitting]
Bath salts?
- Are you getting enough rest?
- I know what she is, Finn,
and it starts with a W and ends with an "itch."
You'll see.
You'll all see!
- [inhales sharply] Um...
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music]
♪♪ ♪♪
- I've got it.
What if I say I'm my dad's representative
and I'm here to pick up the package?
But instead, I'll say ring.
And if it's not a ring, they'll say it's not a ring.
- Uh, that sounds complicated.
I'll call my mom,
see if I can get her to say anything.
- [sighs] [line trilling]
- Salut Maman.
No, just working on an article for the school paper.
It's about ringing in proposals.
What? No. It's a real thing.
No, it's not a Vidtik thing, Mom.
It's like, you know, a ring is in the air,
and I propose we write an article about it.
- Oui, oui. Oui, oui.
- Oh, really?
Well, happy I could help.
I'll talk to you later.
Bisous Maman.
Yes. - What? What?
- I just reminded her that her ring was being cleaned
and it has to be picked up. - [laughs]
[upbeat music]
[cell phone chimes]
- It's from my dad.
"The jeweler called to inquire if I found my receipt,
"which got me thinking.
"Thanks for the push. I'm going to propose.
Thank you for giving me the idea."
Great.
Well, I know what to write for our article.
- I'm way ahead of you.
"Ten Ways to Stop Your Parents from Getting Married."
Ugh.
Number one, put your parents' profiles
on different dating sites.
- Two, stop talking about rings.
♪♪ ♪♪
[keys clacking]
♪♪ ♪♪
- Mia actually wrote this? "'A Modern-Day Witch.'
"A student uses magic to get accepted
to the Paris Opera Ballet School."
Wow. She'll do anything for the front page,
including lie.
"A book full of spells that made the Corps de Ballet
of the Paris Opera Ballet Company sick"?
Well, that's rich. As if.
"Uses a broom closet."
What does that even mean?
You're not actually printing this, are you?
- Of course not. It's bonkers.
But the weird thing is I think she thinks it's for real,
like, for real real.
I'm worried about her.
- Seriously? Come on.
- I think she really thinks you are a--
- Come on, say it.
BOTH: Witch.
[laughter]
♪♪ ♪♪
[cell phone ringing]
Mom.
LIZZIE: Hey, honey.
- I think Mia knows everything.
And by "I think," I mean Mia most definitely, 100%, knows.
LIZZIE: What? How? Why?
- I think she remembers stuff.
LIZZIE: What makes you say that?
- "A Modern-Day Witch" by Mia Banks.
Listen to this.
"And if someone can explain
"how I was literally stuck in a mirror for 12 hours,
"I'd love to know.
"Oh, wait, I do know because my roommate
"confessed right then and there that she was a witch.
She calls herself a Wizen."
LIZZIE: That's not possible.
Pedestrians haven't remembered spells
cast on them in centuries.
It's ancient magic. It doesn't exist anymore.
- Well, this must be a very rare exception,
because she knows everything.
LIZZIE: Does anyone else know?
- [sighs] I don't think so, at least not yet.
LIZZIE: Okay, here's what we're going to do.
Consider your magic suspension lifted.
It's a very big spell, but I know you can do it.
JACK: A witch? - Yes, a witch.
I've seen it with my own eyes. - Guys, she's not a witch.
- Mia, you did not see it with your own eyes.
- She's doing magic or something?
MIA: I saw her cast the spells myself.
SIMONE: She's not a witch!
- Oh, hi, there. Remember this little number?
Sorry I'm late, but I couldn't get
my broom working this morning.
And my pointy hat's at the cleaners.
I take it you've all read the article?
Good. Black cat's out of the bag, then.
So I'm a witch--
well, a Wizen, to be exact.
All of the women in my family are.
- Aha! I told you!
- Yes. Thank you, Mia, so very much.
Let me get you all up to speed.
So the last time a pedestrian, which is you guys,
remembered a spell, it was hundreds of years ago,
and that did not go well.
So the fact that Mia broke this story, well, it's incredible.
And I hope you're going to publish it, Finn.
- Well... it is an incredible piece.
It's got everything-- danger, intrigue, excitement.
- Before you go to print, I would like to be Mia's source
and cast a spell right here, right now.
- Are you sure, Cece?
- Absolutely.
All right, then, let me see...
[clears throat] "There once was a girl named Mia,
"who had a crazy idea.
"With one dash of mint and a retraction of print,
we'll start fresh from the beginning."
[mysterious music]
♪♪ ♪♪
[sighs contentedly] Let's reset this.
And...action.
- It was a valiant effort. We should all be proud.
I guess what everyone wants to know is...
who got the cover, hmm?
"Women of Color in Ballet"
by Cece Parker-Jones.
And on the second page, Mia's "Modern-Day Witch."
♪♪ ♪♪
- "'Modern-Day Witch.'
"Essential oils at W Apothecary prove to be
"all the magic anyone needs.
"Spell packets encourage patrons
to believe in themselves.
Who doesn't need a little rose color in their day?"
Great article, Mia. Congrats.
- Congratulations to you.
It's an important story. You deserve the cover.
CECE: Thanks, Mia.
[horn honking]
♪♪ ♪♪
[knock at door, shimmering tone]
♪♪ ♪♪
- It's okay. You can come in.
It's just Cece and I.
- We got your text, and we're thrilled
to answer all your questions.
SIMONE: Here. - Oh, thanks.
- Thank you.
- My mom said something about ancient magic,
and I knew you guys would know all about it.
- Oh, this is fascinating.
Well, ancient Wizens were way more powerful than us,
but we don't really know much about it.
- Some bad stuff went down back in the day,
and their magic was archived in a secret place.
The presiding elders-- East, West, North, and South--
they protect the archives,
and only they know where the location is.
- How do you know so much about this?
- Well, I got "A"s in lineage and history.
- And my mom is a historian for the Glasgow chapter.
So each tribe had their own unique way
to preserve the stories and spells of ancient magic.
And it's also how Wizens would communicate
with each other in secret.
They wove it into quilts,
fabrics, clothes.
It's actually where the patchwork quilt originates.
- [chuckles] I could do that in my clothes--hidden messages.
What a great idea.
- And I read something about violet water.
- That's the remnants of spells.
It can cause a pedestrian to remember a spell,
which can be quite dangerous.
- Only scholars or really high-level Wizens
know for sure.
- Why the sudden interest in ancient magic?
- Uh, just something my mom said.
But she doesn't like to talk about it,
so I thought I'd ask you.
- We don't really know much about it.
It's best not to mess with the old.
- [chuckles softly] Thanks. I was just curious.
- I hate to say it, but you guys have to go.
Mia will be back soon. - Aye.
Good night, girls.
- Talk to you both tomorrow.
[shimmering tone, door closes]
- You have that look on your face
when you're trying to figure something out.
♪♪ ♪♪
- I wonder why it changed.
- What do you mean?
♪♪ ♪♪
- Let me try something.
[bottle spraying]
♪♪ ♪♪
See?
- What do you mean?
- It used to be a Wizen at an old fountain.
Then it turned into two girls.
One had W packets in her hand.
And now this girl in Paris.
- What are you talking about? - What are you talking about?
- This is a Wizen at an old fountain.
[dramatic music]
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