Sabrina and Wanda cackled aloud as a woman strode by them, wearing a black dress and carrying a kitty-carrier with a similarly midnight shaded feline inside hissing at them.

"Whoa, where's your broom, Hermione, got flat bristles?" Sabrina yelledm

"Halloween was last month, lady, if you wanna dress up, go to comicon or something!" Wanda added.

"But maybe get rid of the hissing fleabag first if you can't get a cat-sitter... Or is he just one of a dozen?"

"Oh yeah, with her outfit she's definitely a crazy cat lady, doubt she'll get a boyfriend!"

The woman sighed, and locked eyes with the pair.

Their laughter stopped. They froze in place, after standing to stiff attention.

"Manners cost nothing, my dears, but rudeness has a high price, especially if you provoke a witches curse. What are your names?"

The two replied in flat monotone, staring blankly at the woman.

"Sabrina."

"Wanda."

"Hmm, ironic. For the record my name is Denise, not Hermione. But with your names and your need for attitude adjustments... Wel, perhaps I could use a cat-sitter or two, or some other assistants. And you two are already under my spell so...you start right away! Do call me Mistress, for until you two learn some manners, you'll be working for me for as long as it takes for your feeble little minds to break my curse. ..."

She bid the pair to follow, the dazed and controlled duo stumbling along in the wake of their new 'employer'.

"...I do hope you girls like spiders. The basement you're sleeping in has many," Denise giggled.