Andy said she'd go and take a quick shower and be only five minutes. That was ten minutes ago as Miranda's paws sunk into the unmade duvet she'd jumped up on, the mirror told them where to go.

Thanks to Marybeth being so chatty with it.

Hopeful and impatient, in a few hours she'd be back to herself. Being her again, she could hardly wait for it.

Being this, staring down at her paws, would be over soon. Relief filled Miranda.

Hearing the shower running, by tonight Miranda knew she'd be home, in her townhouse, where she belonged, in clothes, able to drink coffee again, run her magazine, hug her babies but then she'd be leaving Andrea behind.

Sinking down in the folds.

Looking around this room at the messy traces of the brunette – discarded T-shirts, a pair of socks, her phone lying face down, Miranda breathed in Andy's scent sadly.

They wouldn't eat Chinese together again or snuggle on a sofa. Andrea wouldn't bring her a plate to eat take out on instead of right from the box. Andrea teased did she use silverware for pizza too, no more telling-warning her not to drink from her mug.

A pang of loss struck her.

Would Andrea still be a friend after she stopped being furry like this?

Knowing she might only see Andrea around with Emily, when they start to date, Miranda's claws flexed on Andy's comforter at that thought of Andrea and Emily beginning dating one another.

Emily would be a horrible girlfriend to Andrea.

Blunt. Unaffectionate and rather odd about cheese.

Emily better appreciate Andrea and never hurt her, Miranda groaned at how thin Andrea's thread count was, snagging the cotton with her sharp claws, she now owed Andrea new bedding without her claw marks.

Emily was completely wrong for her.

Rolling around on her back on Andy's duvet still irritated, her tail waved and flicked back and forth.

Why Emily?

Slumping her white head back, she just couldn't get comfortable, meowing her back was killing her. Andrea could rub it before she changed back to being human.

She loved her hands on her. Andy's gentle ministrations made her purr, Miranda normally despised affection from anybody except her girls.

From Andrea it felt just wonderful.

Andy had sworn it was just a quick shower, switching it on to warm up first, tying her dark hair up in a sparkly scrunchie of Cassidy's, left on the sink, pulling off her top and discarding her rolled up yoga bottoms, peeling down her briefs, stepping in, she began washing in a zingy grapefruit shower gel that made her feel a whole lot more ready to face the world and break Miranda's enchantment today.

Stopping soaping up her slippery torso and thighs, Miranda would be human again. In only a few hours.

Andy leaned her head against the wall, her lids closed, that realization hit her, that Miranda would be herself again and very soon, which meant this would end and there'd be no more sleeping next to her or being close to her ever again.

Andy really liked no loved being like that…like this with Miranda.

In her life.

It was like they were almost friends but no Miranda wouldn't stay a friend to her and want to be around her for any reason after the enchantment broke.

Why would she?

Miranda would be back in her world. A world, Andy didn't exactly fit in.

She was after all less than a fact checker to Miranda.

And also one big disappointment to her.

Why would Miranda bother to be friends with someone like her? She wouldn't even tell her what it was she needed to break this with.

Why not?

Andy played Sudoku. Did the NY Times crossword. She was accepted at Stanford.

Why didn't Miranda trust her enough to tell her?

Stepping out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy bath towel around herself, she promised she'd help Miranda and she would do so, even if it meant eventually sooner than Andy wanted to do so, letting Miranda go.

Andy just let her towel drop on the carpet, still a little damp and naked as she grabbed a top which got stuck over her head, not seeing Miranda on her bed, who just froze and quite instantly lost all ability to speak and could only stare at Andy's bum.

Knowing she shouldn't, manners dictated that she should look away and look elsewhere, like up to the fascinating ceiling that needed a paint job or crane her furry head a few degrees and look out the window at snow falling, but Miranda couldn't drag her gaze away, she should just think of being in labour with Cassidy and Caroline for nine hours, think of that last meeting with Irving that gave her a migraine, or that gyro that gave her food poisoning once, no picture that plumber's brickey bottom hanging out of his overalls who Cara called to fix under the sink, not Andrea's perfect one here so near her.

Also smelling lovely and very naked, she should just drag her eyes away but she couldn't make her blue eyes do that and comply.

Miranda's mouth went dry at Andy unaware of her.

Top still over her head, plonking down beside her.

Slinking closer to Andy, seeing a few droplets run down her bare spine, wanting to lick it, taste it, taste Andrea, Miranda's mouth moistened, muttering very lowly, "beautiful." her words were muffled not heard through the cotton.

Andy wrestled herself free. Falling on her elbow into her unmade bed. Meeting blue eyes.

Staring at the top of her head. Miranda's eyes glinted just holding hers.

"Nice scrunchie, she said.

It was Cassidy's, she'd bought it.

Andy shyly pulled on her jeans over her long legs, missing Miranda's look completely.

The mirror had told them where to go and seek out answers, Marybeth decided to stay and watch over the twins and her slumbering Rich.

It was next to Kove's Hardware and Obrycki's Clams and a block away from Fulton Fish Market.

Miranda had expelled herself from Andy's bag, jumping down on a newspaper rack, almost skidding on the snowy sidewalk as Andy snorted out. "Really graceful Mir."

Earning a full Priestly glare, Andrea should try it, having paws, prancing inside, with her tail up as Andy held the door open for her.

Why did Andrea always wear such ugly shoes?

It was unavoidable at this eye level now, Miranda concluded.

Miranda would get Nigel to pick out decent footwear from the closet for Andrea as soon as she was back to being herself.

Friends helped one another out starting with stylish heels.

Displays of merchandise were cluttered everywhere, Miranda saw pearls from the sea of Propontis, reputed to have been once worn by Helen of Troy and even by Venus.

Being a feline now Miranda couldn't be sceptical. It probably was worn by Aphrodite herself.

Along with pearls was an exquisite necklace of Harmonia on sale, the wearer was promised to never need Botox.

Promising any buyer eternal youth and beauty forever.

Andy shuddered at the tiny words of warning, to any new owner may endure great misfortune and curses, and the store takes no responsibility for anything befalling the wearer of it.

Sniffing at it, Miranda's collection of Harry Winston always made her feel eternally beautiful.

Both Andy and Miranda explored the small shop, it was full of knick-knacks on shelves and small tables with many strange glass jars that both thought they heard faint echoes in them as Andy read with wonder another beautiful necklace made by the Lady of the Lake and almost fingered an antique sparkling jewelled comb till Miranda saw its tag with one word in red on it and scrambled up her arm to press her face right to hers.

"Hey! Oww. Miranda what the

"Andrea use that pretty head of yours for once." Pointing with her tail at the sign.

Andy's brows came together, Miranda was really rude most times, and like all morning over breakfast she was snappy because Andy crunched her flakes too loud to her liking and wouldn't give in and share her coffee with her, and was especially being so now, a small flicker of irritation at Miranda, scowling her face as she suddenly read it. Handle with caution, the sharp quill ends were poison dipped.

What kind of sadist jeweller would make this toxic…placing the comb very carefully back down.

Miranda sniffed as she wasn't very interested in a Draupnir ring on display that promised endless wealth and another claimed to produce gold at will.

She already had vast wealth. Thanks to her hard work and careful shrewd investments.

Slumping her shoulders as they walked away from the rings of fortune, if only Andy had a spare three hundred bucks. She could be rich just like that, compliments of those rings. Her student loan paid off in one go, her parents mortgage no more, she could travel anywhere, like backpack through Italy next week if she wanted to, buy a new IPad, but only after she helped free Miranda.

Having that, endless wealth would really free up her time to write a Pulitzer winning novel.

Deciding she'd ask to put both on hold for payday.

"Andrea, where are the staff?" Impatiently padding her paws on the floorboards that creaked.

Andy shrugged. It was an early Saturday, seeing no customers but them. It was snowing heavy outside and Black Friday.

By the sign and bell it was open.

Andy ventured further into the strange store with Miranda at her ankle, both barely glancing at a feather that illuminated brightly.

Miranda's followed Andy's feet as she stopped to go through a rack filled with used clothes, like a cloak embroidered with falcons on it and once owned by a person named Freyja and an ugly hat suggested for great snorkelling called a cohuleen druith.

"Andrea, this is not Bloomingdales, I will buy you suitable clothes. Starting with new shoes."

Andy stilled near the rack. "Miranda what's wrong with my shoes?"

Miranda's furry face looked pained at the chunky footwear and craned up to look at the brunette. Her lips thinned.

"Those are an abomination."

They were not. Andy quite liked her Sperry boots.

"Shoes say a lot about a person."

"Oh yeah, like what do mine say." Andy hotly demanded.

Miranda's whiskers twitched. "Yours say I am blindly hopeless at fashion."

That was it. Andy's eyes welled. First her dad was in never-ending sleep for forever all because of Miranda pissing off a fairy named Etheny and Miranda couldn't even tell her what it was she needed because it was some big secret that clearly Andy wasn't important enough to her to even share with and right now she just couldn't give her a break. Just once. Tears springing to her eyes.

"Andrea, I'm sure in the right light or maybe no light." Miranda blinked, seeing her upset, her mouth got her in trouble again.

Just like that time calling Andy stupid and fat once.

Andy was not crying over ugly shoes. Wiping her eyes. She was so stupid falling more in love with Miranda even as a cat.

A selfish shedding vain feline.

Why did Etheny have to do this, enchant Miranda, Andy always thought that a new assistant to Miranda might just snap and bring an Uzi to Runway one day, that nasty thought was before she fell completely in love with her, not this happen to her, weave a curse on her and make Andy be the only person in this city to understand her.

Stupid enchanting fairy.

Make her need her. By becoming a cat. Put her back in her life as Andy swallowed hard, get to know her in ways Andy had only dreamed of and now take it…her away.

"Why are you always soooo you?" Andy had had it.

"Andrea." Miranda placated. Not really able to catch up with Andy's long angry strides.

"We're not talking about shoes are we?" Miranda stated.

Walking away from the white cat, deeper in the shop, Andy grimaced queasy at a full jar of vibrant red dragon's blood and next to it Hydra blood. Almost knocking over one gold vial labelled Ichor.

Miranda called out for her, unable to reach the displays as Andy pointedly ignored her. That was a first for Andy, continuing in just browsing around.

Andy heard Miranda call out again for her, as she grumbled and rearranged a chessboard that's crystal and silver pieces were set up all wrong, the board was made of pure gold. It started to play by themselves as Andy stared at a Rook moving itself.

That was an interesting gift for the holidays.

Smelling cinnamon in her nostrils, seeing twigs of it, Andy felt hot in her top near it, a Myrrh egg.

It felt as hot as a oven. Moving away from the egg.

Running her fingertips along a Sampo and Väinämöinen's harp and a piper's pipe made in Hamlin, she wasn't really talented at playing any musical instruments.

"Andrea!"

This shop had lots no loads of clutter and bric or brac, Andy pushed aside a dusty book that sparkled and stopped on a white gold sword.

Glancing at the ruel bone sheathe with runic words and a tag if lost belongs to Gandalf but send to c/o Bilbo Baggins of The Shire.

Andy weighed it in her hand and then the other that on a tag, said beware if this glows blue an Orc walks near you.

Running her fingertip along the runes, tracing the words NAGOL E-LŶG or Tooth Of-Snake or Dragon it said and touching Ecthelion's Herald

It couldn't be Glamdring and Orcrist?

Hobbits existed. Andy smiled at that.

She was splurging and getting both for Christmas. Wondering if it being Black Friday she could get a discount, buying both.

If she found an employee, she'd just ask.

Hey, now this, she could use, it would've been useful last night, a magic tablecloth spread on a table, saying the magic words woven on it made food and drink aplenty appear. When finished eating, just roll up all the dirty plates, cutlery, and crumbs into the tablecloth and they magically disappear. Andy really hated washing dishes. It was only twenty bucks. A bargain.

Seeing something else she liked the look of.

Plucking up a crock and dish, sold as a pair, whatever food might be wished for in them, it would be found on them. It belonged to a former owner called Rhygenydd from Wales.

It was second hand but Pier One or Crate & Barrel couldn't promise that.

Andy would never have to shop at Whole Foods again.

Wondering if it came with a cup for endless coffee? For Miranda. Argh why was she even thinking about thoughtful things like that for her.

Miranda wasn't hers. Miranda was plain impossible to get along with.

As soon as they found a shop employee named Mami, Miranda would be out of her life. This, what they had was over.

"Andrea. I'm sorry." Miranda said this softly, her white furry head rubbed at Andy's leg. She butted her head against Andy, rubbing affectionately to her.

Holding the crock, Andy saw both of their reflections in it. Miranda actually meant it. Being sorry. Gee that was a first from the dragon lady.

Placing her swords and crockery aside, bending down to Miranda's level, Andy reached out to her. Making Miranda purr out. "Listen Miranda when you change back can we still be frien…H-hello."

"So you finally came to see me, Etheny's latest enchanted victim. Well come on, I've put the kettle on."

Staring at her, silently, in a way that made Miranda's fur raise. "Do me a favor young human think of warm scones or some of Miriam's favorite Hobnobs was it once, will you, Andy, girl?"

Andy saw that the dish actually worked. Okay she was sold now.

She was buying this. Goodbye to grocery shopping and to brown paper bags that split. Along with the swords.

Wait, how did she know her name was Andy?

Mami Wata poured them each a mug of builder's tea, lifting out Yorkshire teabags and adding milk to both.

What she offered had put Miranda in sour mood. It was not tea. She was simply not eating that.

Not even a bite. She was not some pet.

She owned a townhouse which was worth millions, sat on several boards.

Mami Wata's eyes sparkled on the haughty feline as she had dumped out a Sheba wet cat food for her on a small plate.

"If you don't start finding a way to trust in what you need the most Miriam Princhek, it'll be that and Friskies twice a day for you and a daily trip to a litter box to fill your long days."

A Litterbox?

Miranda paled at that and still thought it on this plate, looked like congealed goo, scrunching her pert nose up, giving a pleading look over to Andy's mug and shortbread in mid bite.

Andy patted her chair. Miranda hopped up eagerly to her.

Andy studied her closely, trying not to stare at cowrie shells in her braids and smooth mahogany skin.

Why did she call Miranda, Miriam?

She thought they were a couple by first impression having heard them about shoes and watched them, unnoticed by both earlier, going at each other in a way that tells her, they do care. Deeply.

Their bickering had a well-worn, almost tender undercurrent, as the look in her eyes seemed to soften on them, as Andy dunked a biscuit sharing and timed it for Miranda to lick, and nibble delicately before it got too soggy.

"Excuse me, why do you keep calling Miranda, Miriam?" Andy asked politely.

Mami Wata stared back at the pretty but young mortal, she was at least five hundred years younger than herself. "I've only known her as Miriam since she was born."

Miranda stared at her, she'd never met this woman in her entire life.

She did not know her.

Taking in the long skirt and shells in dreads with a Brighton accent, giving an unfriendly look to her that was as scathing as at Andy's boots earlier.

"Miriam you wouldn't remember me, you were a baby, and I gave you a gift. I'm sort of your godmother. You're Mum asked me to protect you. Look out for you."

She was her godmother?

Protect her, from what or from who? Miranda stilled, her mother died when she was little and left her with her father. Souring her expression, Mami here did a really great no amazing job protecting her from him.

"I tried to see you when you're Mum died but your father wasn't very easy to talk to."

Miranda sniffed, right she really tried to see her, like when exactly did she plan to show up and drop by, during holidays perhaps, that never happened and when she once might've needed her the most.

"Protect me." Miranda hissed out.

"Yes protect you and unfortunately you've crossed Etheny. Miriam listen, please, I'm really sorry how I've never met with you before all of this happening to you, but your mother made me promise not to show you where you came from and I kept that promise for her."

Her mother made her promise, Miranda interrupted and corrected curtly. "I like being called Miranda not Miriam."

She hadn't been Miriam in a long time. Except letting Andrea call her that once.

"So my mother knew you, well you took a long time to actually meet me finally. Godmother." Miranda stated coldly.

The sea witch sighed out her annoyance. "Sorry Miriam. I'm not a chirpy round fairy godmother for you. I'm a sea witch and I don't like people bothering me at all and it's time that you know all about your mum little regnant, she was the stepmother and the evil queen who poisoned Snow White with the apple."

Miranda listened with her mouth hanging open ungracefully.

"She was once considered the fairest of them all, she was very powerful and feared, and she was exiled but kept her mirrors after the incident" Mami shared this sadly.

"What incident?" Miranda asked on Andy's lap.

"They heated a pair of slippers over coals and she was made to dance at Snow's wedding for days."

Miranda felt a shiver run down her spine at hearing that. Her mother was not…she couldn't be…her mother baked for the WI, broiled marshmallows hot chocolate on cold nights for her, combed her hair lovingly with one of her jeweled combs and worked behind a beauty counter at John Lewis.

She did have bad feet though.

This was ridiculous to believe. "My mother was not that. It's not true. She was a bird spotter and she liked her Touché Éclat and wore a coat trimmed with fur given by a friend who went by the name of Hunter …

Mami took it out and just showed it to her, a picture that made Miranda just stare at it, unable to say anything more, protests dying on her lips as she looked at it.

"Of course after she recovered, and became Mrs. Princhek, she still wanted to destroy the house of White and Charming. Then she had you. She started over. Miriam."

Andy heard this, Miranda was related to someone like that…but she couldn't be the daughter of the wicked evil stepmother. The evil queen from fairy tales.

No. Shaking her head.

Miranda was vain, yes very and most times, rather selfish with unreasonable demands, during most days being around her, but also she was so beautiful and often unpleasant and impolite but that was part of her whole charm, it grew on you.

Hell it grew on Andy…uh slowly and she knew she was not evil really, just sometimes became highly strung and irritated by her staff's incompetence at Runway.

Daily.

And she loved both her twins enormously, and fully with all her heart of that Andy could attest.

Blinking at the Polaroid that came alive in front of her stunned brown eyes. Miranda's mom was truly beautiful and wearing a crown. Regal and smirking. Looking down at Miranda who was so still.

Worrying Andy, was Miranda okay?

Miranda just discovering she was the child of the wicked stepmother and evil queen, Andy knew it might be a lot to digest and take in.

It wasn't as bad as Miranda's mother being a polar bear killer. Was it?

Andy wanted her to be ok. Miranda wasn't some vain controlling sociopathic polar bear hater monarch who went around poisoning young girls with shiny Mackintoshes even if she was related to her.

It wasn't going to make Andy stop caring about her. Never.

"Miranda, are you OK?"

Miranda hated it when people said that. Her mom was, she was…what Andrea must think of her?

Beginning to sob in a blubbery, spluttering way, not a gentle sweet way. Andy pulled her large fleece hoodie to her, to warm her up with it.

Held while she cried and then Andy tipped her chin up to look at her.

Andy saw right away that even a sip of coffee wasn't going to cut it.

Miranda's sobs finally slowed a little.

Andy looked nonplussed.

Miranda never cried with people around except on the couch late last night with Andy about Stephen being cruel about what was in her to love and it wasn't menopause symptoms, or something to talk through with her therapist, to put it in a nutshell, it was just finding out she was related to the evil queen.

"Is this why I was turned into this?" Miranda had to know. Was this because she was from a line of pure wicked. No pure evil.

Had she inherited it, had any traits rubbed off on her?

Miranda stilled she was religious about her beauty regimes and creams.

Mami sighed at Miriam's waterworks.

"No. Miriam you are not this because of your mum." Mami Wata assured, watching transfixed as Andy was stroking her goddaughter and wiping a few tears from her face.

Mami Wata could see her goddaughter real reflection before her and how Miranda's eyes were panda-like with smudged mascara from running rivers in her eyes in a reflection of the real her in a mirror that hung behind both of them.

Etheny certainly had stripped her of her adornments.

Leaning over to press more Kleenex over to Andy who scrunched one up, using it on Miranda.

Getting a whiff of the mortal better, inhaling her deeply, Mami's dark eyes slitted on the kind brunette holding Miriam. Grabbing Andy's hand and scratching no pricking her finger with a sharp shell edge of her ring.

Squeezing the blood out into a small bowl.

It sparkled gold. Dropping Andy's wrist disgusted.

"Leave my shop. Now."

Andy blinked in shock at the nasty tone towards her.

Miranda looked up through puffy eyes. Andrea wasn't leaving, she was staying right here with her.

"What's wrong? Why do you want Andrea to go?" Miranda asked Mami alarmed.

''I said to leave, right now." Mami warned out. Pointing to the door rudely.

Andy refused. She wasn't going anywhere or leaving Miranda behind.

"Tell me why you want Andrea to go?" Miranda commanded.

"Because Andrea is not welcome here, I am genuinely surprised she is truly helping you Miriam, considering her bloodline." Taking a sip of warm tea to remain calm.

"What do you mean?" Miranda demanded out, looking up into brown eyes she trusted.

"Andy is from the House of White and Charming."

Andy felt how rigid Miranda went on her.

Just great Miranda was proving she was related to a pathological poisoning evil wicked stepmother queen by the icy look she just gave up to her.

Andy's family hurt her mother. Feeling sick at that discovery.

Mami Wata pressed her lips together tightly and thinly. "You owe Miranda here a debt. You both have a bond."

Andy gasped at seeing a strange string revealed tied to her not pricked finger attached to Miranda's paw.

"You will repay her for what your family did. It was barbaric."

Andy sputtered at this accusation." I had nothing to do with making Miranda's mom dance at a wedding in hot slippers."

"You have everything to do with it." Mami Wata snarled. "You're the cause of her mother losing her magic and later getting sick, she was exiled from her world because of you and your family."

Clenching her teeth, Andy's mouth hardened. "That's not fair. If Miranda's mother did something that horrible, didn't she only have herself to blame for it. After all she was the evil queen." Andy blurted this out insensitively.

Making Miranda gasp. Andrea was talking about her mother horribly.

"Beware House of White and Charming if you think I will allow you to slander Miriam's mum you are a fool."

"Fine. Miranda's mommy was a royal saint then, good and kind to all and if I am to repay Miranda with this bond we apparently share, tell me how to break Etheny's enchantment then?"

Mami Wata almost faltered. The seed of White would do that for Miriam?

"I'm afraid it is not that simple to break. Line of White and Charming." Mami Wata's was this close to showing the mortal what a Sea witch she was.

"Just call me Andy." Andy shared.

"Etheny is not someone who enchants lightly. Miriam." Andy was completely ignored by Mami.

"I would start with attempting a gesture of purity of heart." Mami held Miriam's eyes thoughtfully.

"Like what?" Miranda asked. Her eyes still wet but piercing her godmother's.

"Say you're sorry to those who you've always treated badly."

Miranda sniffled. Musing this, they did have her list of all her former assistants she terrorised, in Andy's bag.

She could do one small apology if it helped.

Andy seemed to read Miranda's thoughts. "You're going to apologize to every assistant who ever worked for you!" Andy said in true disbelief.

Her, Miranda Priestly try to be genuinely contrite.

Andy shook her head at that.

"Yes, I can be sincerely sorry." Looking very offended by Andy's face about her being sorry or knowing how to be.

Mami Wata shook her head at Andy. Charming's' were so gauche.

"You'll need this."

Mami Wata got up and puttered through a large ceramic bowl with keys and loose coins change in it. Finding it.

"I cannot lift what Etheny's done but I can give you this to help Miriam. That is the only reason you still stay in my shop and home unharmed."

Pressing it into Andy's palm.

Andy took it, and almost dropped it on the rug. It was small and slimy like a liver.

With a small delicate ring.

"This is Angelica's ring to protect you and a shriveled tongue. Child of White and Charming repay what you did or I will cut out and take your tongue like that one you hold."

Andy just stared at her, gulping.

Stuffing it in her jeans pocket revolted.

Knowing from books, Miranda's mother liked using poison when provoked and her godmother cut out tongues. Great family traits.

Andy's Mom had a lot of explaining to do that her grandmother came along way to settle in Ohio and did needlepoint. It wasn't from Canada like she'd been told or lied to.

Andrea's family brutalized and tormented her mother, Miranda looked away from Andy, she couldn't look at her anymore, glancing around at today's papers, her gaze took in the crumpled financial section of the NY Times. Irv Ravitz was trying to replace her. Weaving along Andy's arm reading the page with narrowing eyes.

He wasn't daring to even try to attempt to take her Runway away from her…Runway was hers, she explained that in Paris before to Irving.

She was not yielding to him.

Ears fell back at Irv Ravitz's face which peered up at her. Such a blown up pisher in custom Armani.

Why that spineless little fraction of a man trying to do this to her. Hissing her discord and digging her claws into Andy's lap with her opinion of Irv fully felt by the brunette.

"Oww. Miranda! Watch your claws. I'm not a scratching post you can claw at will." Andy complained, relieved at no blood drawn but stopped as Miranda waspishly demanded of her.

Her nose to hers.

"Andrea you need to take me to Irv Ravitz. Now."

Her blue eyes looked quickly away, not meeting hers deliberately.

Andy conceded, giving in, carefully scooping and cradling her furry regal queen who needed her bag to be carried in.

"Fine. Tell me where Irv lives." Andy wound her scarf around herself, tucking Miranda into a blanket in her bag she brought along for her. It was cold outside for her.

Stopping and turning back to Mami Wata. "Can you hold those till next week?" Her face lit up.

Mami Wata shook her head unflinching. No Charming charmed her enough to hold the Hobbits swords.

"No cash. No swords. Store policy."

Andy face fell. Miranda's godmother was a real sea witch.