Sabrina straight up glared at him. It was taking a considerable amount of willpower for her to not break down.
And to be perfectly honest, she had no idea why she decided to bring up any of this. She had already figured out that this wasn't the Regulus she once knew and spent time with, however she felt that it was important that he knew he wasn't the only Regulus Black to walk these halls.
Her teeth caught her lower lip for a moment.
All things considered he had every right not to believe her.
"My name is Sabrina Spellman. I'm a seventeen year old witch from Greendale, New York, in North America. My parents are Diana Spellman and Lucifer Morningstar. My mother was a witch, and my father is the original fallen angel," she recited in a slow steady tone.
"That is who I am, really. Someone who has been at this stupid place since last November, who saw some idiot nearly dead on the floor and did what she could to heal and help him, and is quite frankly sick and tired of being treated like I'm secretly out to kill you. Find your own way around, I'm done."