[ After the chaos of never-ending passages, collapsing buildings and hurt children, Zelda's decided to sit down and learn how to communicate with everyone at large. If mortals can do it without centuries of life and knowledge behind them, than dammit, so can she. When she's asked for a username, she goes with a shortened version of her own name because she really doesn't care to be clever about it. It takes...a while. There may be a few very short bursts of sent messages before she finally manages to get it right. Is she also smoking? She is. ]

Some of you may already know who I am, I seem to have met quite the collection of you. My name is Zelda Spellman. I believe my niece, Sabrina, made more than one proclamation via this device - my first questions is this: Is there a way to recover what was broadcast in the past?

[ Now that she's asked, the real purpose to her message is revealed: ]

More than one person in the wake of recent events, has expressed a want to learn aspects of witchcraft. At home, I was headmistress and a teacher at an academy for young witches and warlocks. I don't claim to know how magic operates in worlds outside of my own - Greendale, Earth, for that matter - but other than the occasional glitch that befalls most here, my magic seems to be in tact. Defense spell casting or protection spells and charms could be useful. You won't become all powerful by any means. [ She doesn't want to set any false expectations, here. ] But you could learn enough to save yourself, or buy time to.

If there's enough interest, we'll find a place and time to meet regularly.

[ And that's where the message ends. No goodbye or anything...she'll get there. This is quite the step up from the rotary phone hanging on her wall at home. ]