Where in the World is Willard Kraft? Part 14

"Aunt Zelda, how do you feel? Can I get you anything?" Sabrina asked the next morning. Zelda was laying propped up in bed resting. She had wanted to get to work on trying to restore Willard as soon as she had arrived at home the night before but after one look at her sister, Hilda had insisted that bed rest was called for. With her magic out, Zelda was powerless to resist her sister so she was stuck in bed until Hilda changed her mind.

"I'm fine dear," Zelda said. "Shouldn't you be at school?"

"I'm not going back to school. Everyone's afraid of me, even Harvey. None of the teachers will let me into class. They think that I'm going to try to kill them or something," Sabrina muttered.

"I'm so sorry, Sabrina!"

"It's not your fault, Aunt Zelda, but when we find out who did this to Mr. Kraft, I would like the first shot at them," Sabrina muttered just as Hilda appreared clad in a grease covered t-shirt and jeans.

"It took all night, but your arteries are clear," Hilda said with a smile. "I don't think this junk is ever going to come out of my hair, though."

"Thank goodness. Now I can get to work on restoring Willard!" Zelda said as she started to climb out of bed but her sister pushed her back down again.

"Not so fast! You still need to rest! You're not to move from that bed until I say so!"

"But I feel so useless!" Zelda moaned.

"I'll tell you what. I'll go and get the magic book for you. You can look through it for a cure while you're resting. That should be a nice quiet activity for you."