"Chesler? Isn't he the father of that annoying cheerleader?" His grandmother Harmonia muttered.
"Yes," Willard whispered. Why had he ever been so cooperative with Libby? He didn't know how exactly, but he was sure that this entire thing was his fault. Tears burned his eyes as he started to sob again. It just wasn't fair. Why did Zelda have to die? Why couldn't it have been him instead?
"Willard?" Harmonia said as she sat down beside him and wrapped her arms around him. "What happened? How did this Chesler person kill Zelda?"
"She was teaching some classes at Adams and his nephew was in her class," Willard whispered as he clung to his grandmother and sobbed. "Zelda failed him and she wouldn't change his grade even when Mr. Chesler went to her and tried to bribe her so he sent her a basket full of poisoned fruit. She never suspected a thing. Granny, she was so good! She could never imagine someone being so evil! Why did she die?"
"Sweetheart, it's going to be alright," Harmonia whispered. 'I'm home now and I promise that I'll fix everything!"
"She ate an apple and died," Willard muttered, "They said it was a heart attack! He got away with killing her!"
"A poisoned apple. Isn't anyone original anymore?" Harmonia muttered as she stood up. "You never hear of a poisoned pear or a poisoned banana."
"What are you talking about?" Willard asked. His grandmother didn't seem to be taking this matter seriously at all. How could she sound so unconcerned when the woman that he loved was gone forever? He had never had a chance to let her know how much he still cared for her after their breakup. Why had he ever let her go in the first place? She was the best thing that had ever happened to him and now he would never see her again.
"Willard, dear, it will be alright," Harmonia said with a smile as she kissed his forehead. "I'll get your Zelda back for you. Just please try not to goof things up this time, dear."
"Get her back? She's dead," Willard whispered. What in the world was his grandmother talking about? Had she lost her mind or maybe he had lost his and he was hearing things.
"Actually, she isn't. She's just asleep," Harmonia said as she turned a small golden ring on her finger and suddenly transformed from an elderly woman into a girl who appeared to be no more than eighteen. She had long red hair, bright green eyes and was clad in a blue slip dress. "It's a Snow White spell. Totally unoriginal. Take one poisoned apple and serve. It doesn't even have to be a specific poison. It just has to be on an apple." Just then she noticed the shocked expression on Willard's face. "Willard, dear, I'm a witch."
Willard struggled with this information. He had always believed that witches didn't exist but what else could explain his grandmother's sudden youth? Just then something occurred to him. If she really was a witch, then maybe she was right about Zelda not being dead. Maybe there was still a chance that she could be saved!
"Zelda! Granny, we have to...."
"We're going to go and help her now. Where is she? I'm surprised that her sister hasn't already done something."
"Hilda and Sabrina were out of town when it happened," Suddenly a horrible thought occurred to Willard when he remembered the awful event that he had just came from. "They buried her! Mr. Chesler paid someone off and through a rushed funeral together! She's...."
"Willard, don't panic. She'll be alright," Harmonia said as she tried to calm him. "She's fast asleep right now. Being buried won't hurt her. She won't know a thing about it. Let's just get over to the cemetery and free her."