Sierra's cheeks burned as Robin lifted her skirt, pushing her wall-manicured hand to the crotch of Sierra's training pants, gently prodding at the padding. Sierra wasn't sure what was worse, that Robin didn't even bother to ask her anymore, or that this was starting to become just another part of her daily routine.

"And what is this, young lady?" Robin demanded. Sierra's blush deepened as Robin's fingers found the tiny wet spot.

"I-It was just a little accident," Sierra admitted. There was no point in lying. It hadn't been more than a few drops, but Robin always seemed to find even the smallest of accidents.

Robin shook her head, looking down at Sierra with a disappointed expression. "You know what we said."

"No!" Sierra whined. "Not tonight! It's Halloween!"

"I'm quite aware of that, young lady," Robin said. "But if I can't even trust you to keep your trainers dry at home on your own, how can I expect you to do it while you're out wandering around the neighborhood?"

"No!" Sierra insisted again, stomping her foot. All month, she'd been working, sure that Robin was actually going to have to give in and let her wear her real panties under her costume. It had been tricky, since she could tell the woman, her soon to be step-mother, and likely a robot from another dimension even if she couldn't prove that to her dad, wanted her to lose. Her bathroom breaks were precisely scheduled, and she had a chart as if she were being potty trained, except that too many frowny faces meant she would lose her chance to go out on Halloween in big girl underwear.

There had been some accidents as she got used to the schedule, and a few times after the final bathroom trip of the day, she'd avoided getting another frowny face by claiming she was going to bed early so she could get checked before she wound up using her night-time diaper. Somehow, though, she'd made it, all the way until Halloween itself. And now, the smallest of accidents was about to ruin her plans.

"We had an agreement," Robin reminded her. "And if you continue to act this way, maybe I'll rethink letting you go out tonight at all."

Sierra would have loved to point out that she was twenty, and not two, but that would only have made this all more humiliating. She should have the right to dress however she wanted, and do whatever she wanted, but instead she was constantly under the thumb of this woman, or robot, whatever she really was. And her father fully supported it!

"I-It's Halloween," she pouted. "It only comes once a year!"

"I know that," Robin sighed, softening a little. "Okay, maybe we can come up with a compromise. I know you don't want to spend your Halloween trick-or-treating with your stepmother, but I just don't know that I trust you on your own. How about I give you a choice? You're not going to be wearing your big girl panties either way, but if you let me come along to keep an eye on you, and make it easier for you to get to the bathroom on time while you're out, then you can wear your Pull-Ups." Sierra scowled, since that was basically the agreement they'd had all along. "Hold on," Robin chuckled. "Or you can go on your own, but you have to wear a diaper, so you don't even have to worry about all that. I won't even count the state of your diaper against your training, unless something drastic happens."

Sierra stomped her foot. It wasn't fair! Both of these options were sooo childish, but which was worse? Being escorted around like an actual little kid on Halloween, and likely getting her trainers checked several times while she was out, or having to wear a diaper to do what she actually planned on, which was attend a party that she was sure wouldn't be an approved activity if she were to ask permission. The thought of being out, around people she knew, in a diaper was humiliating, but that might be her only chance to actually get to go to the party.

"Well?" Robin asked. "What will it be?"

Sierra pouted, crossing her arms, but her mind was already made up. She had no doubt that, if she went trick-or-treating, Robin would be the one in charge of everything, which meant Sierra had a real chance of being marched up to the front door of the house the party was happening in and having to ask for candy like a child. "I'll wear the dumb diaper," she sulked.

"Good girl," Robin smiled at her, tugging her skirt down, then gently tearing the sides of the Pull-Up and handing it to Sierra. "Go throw this away and bring me your supplies," she commanded.

"Can't I just put it on myself?" Sierra whined. Instead of answering, Robin began to count, sending the girl scurrying off to her room half-naked.

"Oh, and bring a soaker pad!" Robin called after her. "No, better make it two!"

Sierra turned the corner, then turned back and stuck her tongue out once she knew Robin couldn't see her. But she did as she was told anyway, if reluctantly, knowing that disobedience might make Robin change her mind. She carried the changing pad, powder, wipes, diaper, and soakers to the living room, where Robin took and expertly used it all, sealing Sierra into the thick diaper.

"Now, for your costume," Robin said, picking up a shopping bag. "I found this, and I thought it would fit you perfectly!" She pulled it out, making Sierra blush at the sight.

It was a witch costume. Nothing like what actual witches wore, of course, but a pretty stereotypical one with a black dress with a pink ribbon around the waist, black pointy hat with a pink bow on it, and broom. As Robin began to get it ready, however, Sierra saw it wasn't quite as simple as that. The short, puffy sleeves were made of a sheer fabric, which Sierra had to admit made it look rather cute, but the dress also wasn't a single piece. It was a leotard with a skirt that went over it.

"Here we go!" Robin exclaimed, starting to dress Sierra.

"Can't I wear my own costume?" Sierra pouted.

"What is it?" Robin asked. Sierra hadn't really thought about it, so she just stood there, blushing, while her soon-to-be step-mother dressed her. She squirmed uncomfortably as the leotard pushed the diaper's padding against her tightly, but Robin just said, "I wasn't expecting you to need your Pampers under this."

"They aren't Pampers," Sierra grumbled.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Robin told her patronizingly. "I didn't expect you to be wearing your big girl diapers underneath." Sierra blushed, letting the robot put the skirt on her, glad that it covered her diaper bulge quite well, then pulled a pair of thigh-high black with pink polka-dotted socks onto her feet, following them with one of Sierra's pairs of black Mary Janes. A hat on her head and broom in her hand seemed to complete the costume, at least until Robin handed her a green plastic bucket shaped like a pumpkin, with a witch face on it. "Adorable!"

Sierra blushed as she looked down at herself. She wasn't a little kid! She was supposed to look sexy on Halloween, not adorable! Not to mention that, being an actual witch, having to dress up like a silly, stereotypical one was even more humiliating.

"Now, I don't want you eating all your candy," Robin warned her. "You'll make yourself sick, so your bucket had better be pretty full when you get home!"

Sierra hadn't even thought of that! She was going to have to trick-or-treat after all, unless she wanted to admit to what she was actually leaving the house to do. "O-Okay," she nodded her head, eager to get away from Robin for at least a little while, and have some grown-up fun once she'd collected a bit of candy.

The trick-or-treaters were just starting to spread throughout the neighborhood as Sierra hurried out of her house. She looked around, smiling as she saw all the cute little kids in their adorable costumes, trying to plan out her best course of attack for maximum candy in the least amount of time. She headed for the first house, hoping nobody would hear her crinkle, or notice the slight waddle the thick padding between her legs gave her.

She stood nervously at the front door for a few moments, trying to work up the courage to knock, or ring the doorbell, before finally the door just opened on its own. "Hi, there, Sierra!" Mrs. Cunningham smiled down at her. "Do you want some candy?"

Sierra nodded, blushing as she held out her bucket. She was glad it had been as easy as that, but at the same time, she wasn't sure she liked that her neighbor hadn't mentioned that she was too old for this. Had she forgotten how old Sierra was? Or did she just expect her to be doing something so immature? In fact, as she made her way down the street, nobody commented.

At least, not until she was nearing the end of the road. It was starting to get just a touch dark outside, and she paused as she looked down the sidewalk towards the last house. It looked so far away, and one of the street lights on the way was burned out, making it seem ever further. Her bucket was already almost half full! Maybe that would be enough for Robin! The longer she spent doing this, after all, the less time she had for the party.

"Well, look what we have here!"

Sierra spun around, realizing she wasn't alone in her contemplation anymore. There were two girls behind her, one with black hair, the other a redhead, both looking about sixteen, dressed in black and smirking down at her. She didn't recognize them, so they'd either moved in after she'd started school, or gone off on her adventures, or they were from some other neighborhood and just visiting. They clearly considered themselves too cool for costumes, and she had a feeling they were just out and about to make trouble and maybe egg some houses. "What are you supposed to be?" the black haired one asked harshly.

"I-I'm a witch," Sierra answered, clutching her broom a little tighter. Even though she was older than these two, and an actual witch, although she hadn't grabbed her wand since she didn't think it would be a good idea to have it at the party where she might easily lose it, there was still something about them that made her uneasy.

"Oh, are you?" the redhead smirked. "And what are you doing out here on your own?"

"I-I'm..." Sierra started to answer, before blushing, not wanting to tell these two the truth. "I'm just out for a walk."

"Out for a walk?" the redhead repeated. "In a costume?"

The black haired girl snatched the bucket out of her hand harshly. "And look at this!" she declared, pulling off the lid. "With candy!"

"You're trick-or-treating, aren't you?" the redhead giggled. "How old are you?"

"She's way too old to trick-or-treat," the other girl replied, grabbing a piece of Sierra's candy and starting to unwrap it.

"And old enough to know better than to dress up in such an offensive costume, too, I bet," the redhead said. "Is this what you think witches look like?"

Sierra shook her head quickly. "No! I just... I didn't..." She blushed again, not wanting to say that somebody else had picked it out for her. "I know witches don't dress this way!"

"Then how do they dress?" the redhead asked.

Sierra wasn't sure how to answer that, so after a moment of silence, the dark haired girl said, "They dress like us! And we're tired of this misrepresentation!"

"I'm sorry!" Sierra squeaked, backing away. She wasn't sure that she actually bought that these girls were witches, and not just trouble-makers, but either way she just wanted to get away from them. "I won't do it again!"

"That's right, you won't!" the black haired girl told her, popping the piece of candy into her mouth before turning Sierra's bucket over, dumping it out on the sidewalk. "Fill this up and bring it here, and we won't turn you into, oh, I don't know, a toad."

Sierra's eyes flashed, sure now that these were just a couple of brats who were probably planning on shaking down some kid for candy, only to stumble on her instead. "Oh, no, not my candy!" she pouted over-dramatically, a plan slowly forming in her mind.

"That's right!" the redhead nodded. "And don't think you can hide, either! We'll find you if you try!"

"O-Okay!" Sierra exclaimed, starting to hurry away. "I'll be back, I promise!"

She definitely would. She could do a few little spells without her wands, enough to scare these brats out of behaving this way with anyone else. She'd show them what a real witch could do!

"Wait a second," the black haired girl said. "Look at how she's walking. She looks like your baby sister!"

"She does!" the redhead cooed. "Oh, my God! Are you wearing diapers?!" Sierra's cheeks flushed, but she pretended not to hear them. "I asked you a question!"

Sierra heard a snap behind her, and suddenly her feet refused to move. Her eyes widened as she frantically tried to pull them off the sidewalk, but they were stuck firmly in place, leaving her helpless as the pair of girls walked up from behind her, circling around and grinning at her.

"Now, then, how about you answer me?" the red-haired girl asked. "Are you in a diaper?"

Sierra shook her head, her heart beating faster and faster as the girl walked up to her, grabbing at her skirt and lifting it, easily exposing her lie.

"Oh, my God, she is!" the black haired girl squealed.

"How old are you?!" the redhead snickered. "Oh, this is priceless! You know, I've always thought that the only time a costume like this is acceptable is on a baby who's too little to realize how offensive it can be. I guess that's what you are, huh?" Sierra blushed as the girl snapped her finger, causing a pair of snaps to appear in the leotard, which she undid to allow herself to check Sierra. "Still dry, impressive," she said.

"Just look at how thick it is," the black haired girl pointed out. "I bet she won't be for long."

"I think your costume is missing one thing," the redhead said, snapping her fingers again. The skirt transformed, staying just as long, but turning into the same fabric as the sleeves of the leotard, now a onesie for all intents and purposes, making the bulge of her diaper, and the sides that peeked out around the crotch of the onesie very, very visible.

"Precious!" the other girl grinned. "I bet you'll get extra candy for being so cute!"

"That's true," the red-haired girl mused. "We don't want this to be too easy for her. So now, you owe us two bucketfuls."

Sierra gasped. That would take forever! "But I..." she protested.

"You have something better to do?" the redhead asked. "I bet if we make you fit that costume a little better, they'll just throw candy at you! How about that? Do you want us to turn you into a three year old?"

"No!" Sierra squealed.

"I don't know," the dark haired girl responded. "She's already walking around in a diaper, she might enjoy that."

"Why don't we find out?" the redhead raised her hair, preparing to snap her fingers. "We can make it so you never age, so you can spend the rest of your life in diapers and daycare, if you want that so much."

"No!" Sierra shouted. "I'll get you your candy, I swear!"

"Good." The girl snapped her fingers, but all it did was free Sierra's feet. "I expect the first bucket back here in half an hour. Now go, or we really will make you a toddler!"

Sierra hurried off, wondering how she always managed to get herself into these messes. Here she was, being forced to trick-or-treat to satisfy these little teen witches because she was dressed up like a witch herself. And, despite actually being one, she had no chance of overpowering both of them without her wand. If she went back home now, would Robin think she was done and not let her go back out? Or would she get angry that Sierra had come back with an empty bucket?

And, to make matters worse, her diaper was now much more visible! It was bad enough toddling down the sidewalk, doing her best to avoid the stares of the other trick-or-treaters, but if she wanted candy, she had to go up to her neighbors and let them take a look at her so they'd give her something. She blushed and wiggled every time, hoping they wouldn't notice, or would at least assume they were seeing something other than what they really were.

She made sure to steer well away from the street where the party was going on, not wanting to go anywhere close to it with her costume looking the way it did now. She'd had to duck behind some bushes as she saw some of the people she knew were likely heading there walking down the street, not wanting them to see her this way.

"You're late," the dark haired girl told her as she rushed back with her bucket full of candy, which the girl promptly dumped out on the ground with Sierra's first batch.

"Maybe we should shave off a few years for that," the redhead suggested, raising her hand.

"No!" Sierra shook her head. "I-I was just running out of houses!"

"I guess you'll have to revisit them, and tell them you were a greedy little baby who ate all your candy already," the redhead shrugged.

"B-But I..." Sierra stammered as she watched a chocolate bar unwrap itself and smear itself across her face, making her look like that story was actually true. She reached up, trying to wipe it away, but her hand came away clean.

She wasn't given a time limit for the next trip, though she certainly had one. It was starting to get late, and a few houses were already blowing out their jack-o-lanterns for the night. The houses that were still giving out candy seemed much less enthusiastic to see her the second time around.

"Back again?" Mrs. Cunningham asked suspiciously, almost shaking her head. Sierra came close to backing away, but she knew she needed every piece of candy she could get.

"S-Sorry," Sierra shrugged. "Is there any more?"

Sierra squirmed as she felt the woman's eyes wander across her chocolate smeared face, then down at her now see-through skirt, and the diaper beneath. She shook her head, but after a moment she handed over a single, fun-sized candy bar. "Happy Halloween," she said stiffly.

Sierra nodded and hurried away. Not only did she not want Mrs. Cunningham to look at her anymore, but she'd been out and about for a while now, and her bladder was starting to feel quite full. Robin had given her permission to have an 'accident', but that didn't mean she wanted to have to waddle around the rest of the night in a wet diaper, especially not if she had to keep trick-or-treating, or face those two girls!

But she didn't have much of a choice. She spotted the next house that still had lights on and scurried up to it, ringing the doorbell desperately. She groaned, squeezing her legs together and wondering if she should ask if she could use their bathroom as she waited, anxiously, for someone to come to the door.

She let out a gasp as a trickle of warmth made its way into her diaper just as the door opened. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I left the light on," Mr. Durbin said. "I'm all out of candy. Wait, didn't I already give you some anyway?"

"O-Oh, yeah, I guess so," Sierra chuckled uncomfortably, fidgeting. "I lost track of where I'd already been."

"It's probably about time to get back home," he said. "I hope you had a good night, though!"

"Y-Yeah," Sierra nodded, hoping he was going to shut up soon and leave her alone. She didn't dare move at the moment, for fear that moving her legs would be enough to open the floodgates and make her soak her diaper.

Unfortunately, he noticed her reluctance. "Is everything okay?"

"I-It's fine," Sierra said.

Mr. Durbin narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure? Do you need somebody to walk you home?"

Sierra shook her head. Home was the last place she wanted to go now! She had no doubt the girls had been telling the truth about being able to find her, and even with her wand, she wasn't sure she could take on both of them, especially if she was having to deal with Robin!

"I-I'm okay!" she squeaked.

But he still wasn't convinced. "I don't mind, you're not far," he said, starting to step out the door.

Sierra bit her bottom lip and forced herself to move. Sure enough, after the first step, she froze again as her bladder emptied itself right then and there. "I-I can go on my own," she told him quietly, hoping he couldn't tell what she was doing.

"I can see that," he raised an eyebrow. She turned and hurried away, her diaper now feeling even thicker, and warm and wet as it was held tightly against her body by her onesie, constantly reminding her of her accident as she worked to finish filling her bucket.

"Oh, look, she did make it back!" the dark haired girl called as Sierra finally trudged back to them. "We were starting to think we'd have to come looking for you!"

"Here's your stupid candy!" Sierra pouted, shoving the bucket at them. "Now leave me alone!"

"Someone's cranky," the redhead giggled, sniffing the air. "And I think I know why!"

Sierra gasped as the girl pressed her hand to her diaper, feeling the now cool and squishy padding. "I knew it!" the girl laughed. "She really does need these!"

"No, I don't!" Sierra protested.

"I guess a little girl who needs diapers probably needs her candy more than we do," the black haired girl said. "We didn't realize how much of a baby you really were. Come on, take your candy."

Sierra looked at them suspiciously, only to be pushed down to the sidewalk flat on her wet bottom, right in front of the huge pile of candy she'd collected that night. The girls snapped their fingers and Sierra's hands began to move, grabbing at the nearest piece of candy and unwrapping it before clumsily shoving it into her mouth. It was yummy, of course, but she'd barely finished chewing it before her hands had another ready, and then another.

Sierra loved candy, but there were two and a half bucketfuls there! There was soon chocolate smeared all over her hands, to match that on her face, and her tummy was aching, but there was still a mountain of candy in front of her. "Pl-please," she begged, in between mouthfuls of candy. "I'm sorry about the costume!"

"I'm sure you are," the black haired girl smiled, patting her on the head. "But we can't have you running around telling people that witches really do exist, so I'm afraid we're going to have to eat you up."

"That's right," the redhead jumped in. "That's why we're sweetening you up!"

Sierra's eyes widened, not sure whether to believe that or not. At school she'd heard all kinds of tales of people who used different kinds of magic out in the world, and some of the more savage ones were rumored to practice cannibalism. But would they really be here, wandering around on Halloween night?!

The girls giggled. "That's adorable!" the redhead pinched Sierra's cheek. "So gullible! Maybe we really should turn her into a baby! I think it would suit her!"

"I think she's already plenty babyish," the black haired girl said, patting Sierra's soggy diaper, then moving her hand upwards to pat Sierra's tummy. "Are you feeling full, there?"

Sierra nodded miserably. "Well, let me help you with that!" The black haired girl snapped her fingers, and a moment later Sierra gave an involuntary grunt. She squealed as she felt a squishy mess begin to push into her diaper, lifting her slightly off the sidewalk while she continued helplessly shoving candy in her face. "Isn't that better?" the girl teased, giving the still-filling diaper another pat. "I bet there's lots of room in your tummy now!"

The girls stood up, still laughing as they watched Sierra sitting there, unable to stop herself from pooping her pants, or eating more candy to give herself more to fill them with. It didn't stop until all the candy was gone, and her diaper was full to the brim.

Finally, the redhead snapped her fingers, and Sierra stumbled woozily to her feet, wrinkling her nose as the crotch of her onesie pressed the mess in her diaper tightly to her, squelching around with every slight movement. "Now, run along home," the teenager told her, smacking the rear of her diaper. "I don't think you want us to catch you again!"

Sierra took a few anxious steps, wanting to escape from their clutches, before turning around, only to find the pair gone. For a moment, she felt safe, but as she looked around into the darkness around her, the streetlights started to blink out. She began to shiver, sure she felt their eyes watching her. She waddled off as quickly as she could manage, wanting to at least get somewhere with some light, but as she got closer to each streetlight, they turned off as well.

The houses already had their outside lights off as well, signalling that there was no more candy to be had. Her bucket was empty, the opposite of what Robin had ordered, and the evidence that Sierra had eaten it herself was all over her face and hands. She found, as she continued hurrying down the sidewalk, that she could wipe her face now, but that only made things worse, since her hands were just as messy now, along with the handle of her bucket and her broom.

As she approached her house, she saw one jack-o-lantern still lit, giving her a little hope. Maybe she wouldn't have to go home completely empty handed! And there was no way the girls would attack her there, with a Muggle watching. She hurried through the houses yard, knocking frantically on the door.

"Hello, Sierra," Mrs. Cunningham sighed as she stared down at her. "What now?"

"S-Sorry," Sierra blushed, suddenly feeling especially aware of how she looked, and smelled. "I-I was just... I thought maybe..."

"Are you really going to ask me for more? Again?" Mrs. Cunningham shook her head. "You know you're too old for this to begin with, don't you? Trick-or-treating is for kids!" Sierra squirmed, trying to move her bucket in front of her crotch as she felt the woman's eyes move there. "What have you done, young lady?" she demanded. Sierra couldn't bring herself to answer, only to yelp as the woman stepped forward, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back through her yard, to the now quite well-lit sidewalk, back towards her own house.

"No, I'm sorry!" Sierra begged, whimpering as she saw her house, and the monster she knew was waiting inside, coming closer. "I'll leave you alone, I promise!"

But that wasn't enough for Mrs. Cunningham. She marched Sierra right up to her front door and knocked on the door. Robin answered a moment later, shaking her head as she saw Sierra. "Was she giving you trouble?" she asked Mrs. Cunningham immediately, not even asking for Sierra's side of the story. "I'm so sorry! I thought she was mature enough to handle the night on her own, but clearly I was wrong."

"She came to my house three times," Mrs. Cunningham told her. "And she definitely needs a change."

Sierra squirmed and blushed as Robin pulled her skirt off, then unbuttoned the onesie, lifting it up and fully exposing Sierra's diaper so Robin could tug out the rear of it to check her, as if it wasn't already obvious. "She certainly does. We've been working on that, but I guess in all the excitement, she forgot." She grabbed Sierra's candy bucket and opened it, shaking her head. "I think she also forgot that she was supposed to be saving most of her candy for later."

"I can't believe I ever considered hiring you to babysit my children," Mrs. Cunningham told Sierra sternly. "No matter how good your references are, you're clearly the one who needs to be babysat, young lady."

Sierra blushed, staring down at her feet, fidgeting in her messy diaper, unable to deny that it certainly seemed that way at the moment.

"I'm doing my best with her," Robin told Mrs. Cunningham, "but there's a lot left to do, obviously. We need to get her potty trained first, and that's quite the challenge!" She chuckled, patting the rear of Sierra's diaper. "She'd almost made her way to big girl panties, but after this, I think we'd better start all over again. I hope she can get back there by the wedding. Do you think enemas would help?"

"No!" Sierra squealed.

"Hush now, the grown-ups are talking," Robin dismissed her. "With as full as this diaper is, I think she must have been holding it a while, which might be why she did so well with her training lately. If I put her on a nice enema schedule, it would help keep her from doing that, and let her know exactly when she'd need to go every day."

"I think that's an excellent idea," Mrs. Cunningham agreed. "But make sure she keeps her diapers clean every other time, so you know she can hold it until then."

"Good point," Robin smiled. "Do you think you can manage that?" she booped Sierra on the nose. "Just one messy diaper a day?"

Sierra started to answer, but the women just chuckled over her, clearly not interested in what she had to say.

"Well, thank you for your help," Robin told Mrs. Cunningham. "I'm sorry for her behavior, but I promise, she'll be punished for it. I think I see a nice, long session with the hairbrush in her future after I give her a bath. I hope you'll let me have you over for tea sometime to make it up to you!" Sierra squirmed, having a bad feeling that their tea-time would just happen to coincide with her enema time.

"That would be lovely," Mrs. Cunningham smiled. "Happy Halloween."

Robin smiled back, waving as she left, only to turn and scowl at Sierra as soon as the door was closed.

"It's not my fault!" Sierra whined.

"Then whose is it?" Robin demanded.

Sierra paused, not having expected to actually get anywhere with that protest. Unfortunately, no brilliant explanations came to her, so she just mumbled, "These witches made me do it."

"Don't be silly," Robin shook her head. "Witches don't exist! This is just a costume!" She took Sierra's broom and leaned it against the wall.

Sierra blushed. "But..."

"I don't want to hear it, young lady," Robin told her sternly. "Unless you want a mouth-soaping and some corner time, too. Now go get your bath ready! And don't you dare touch that diaper until I get to the bathroom!"

"But I...!" Sierra pouted, quieting down quickly as Robin shot her a look. She trudged towards the bathroom sulkily, pausing only once to look back at a dark window. She was sure she saw a pair of eyes staring in at her, and heard a faint giggle, but when she looked again, there was nothing. She shivered and moved a little quicker, hoping it had just been her imagination, and that they didn't know where she lived now, and were about to get quite the show. Unfortunately, she knew for a fact that, despite what Robin had said, witches were real, even though, after that night, she didn't feel like much of one herself.