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"Who was that?" Salem asked as he hopped onto the couch beside Hilda.
"Willard's grandmother, I think," Hilda said as she glared angerly at the phone. "I hung up when I heard the name Kraft."
"You hung up on her?" Salem moaned as he covered his face with his paws. They were in very big trouble.
Suddenly a wave of golden sparkles washed over the three and they vanished only to reappear a moment later in the Krafts' living room.
"Harmonia, I didn't have anything to do with it!" Salem called as he jumped into the red haired witch's arms and started to purr in what he hoped was a pleasing manner. "You know, I don't have to stay with them. I could come live with you and be your cat. Has your grandson forgot about that little incident where I ran him down yet?"
"Only with the use of strong spells," Harmonia muttered as she petted Salem. "Salem, you know there's a reason why they don't let cats have driver's licenses. It's because they can't see over the steering wheel!"
"A minor technicality," Salem purred. "Just remember that I had nothing to do with Hilda's rudeness. I look horrible in scales!"
"You're a witch?" Hilda muttered as she and Sabrina stared at Harmonia is shock. This was impossible! How could Willard's grandmother be a witch? Willard was a total loser without the smallest trace of magic!
"Of course she's a witch," Salem said. "Say, Harmonia, do you think you could zap them into something in the rodent family?"
"Salem, rudeness doesn't call for zapping. Well, unless you're my daughter-in-law that is," Harmonia said with a frown. "Or possibly that fellow at the ice cream store who never gets my order right and who skimps on fudge."
"Um, could I ask what you called us about?" Sabrina asked. She thought they better see what this witch wanted and get out of there as fast as possible while they were still walking on two feet. Their family didn't need more than one tragedy in the same day.
"Oh, that." Harmonia said as she frowned at Hilda. "I just wanted to let you know that your sister's alright and that she would be home as soon as she's feeling a bit better."
"What? Zelly's.... But they told us she was dead!" Hilda whispered. She was struggling to hold back tears as she said her sister's name. If only what this witch was telling them was true!
"She ate a poisoned apple and wound up under a Snow White spell. People are so unimaginative anymore. Why must they always poison an apple?" Harmonia grumbled before getting back to the subject. "Don't worry. Willard and I freed her. She's just fine."
"Where is she?" Hilda cried. She wanted to ask more questions and find out who had poisoned her sister but not until she had seen with her own eyes that Zelda was alright.
"Right this way. She's asleep right now." Harmonia said as she led them to Willard's room. "Oh, we didn't tell her about the spell and the being buried alive thing yet. I wouldn't say anything if I were you."
"Right. We wouldn't want to give her a heart attack for real," Sabrina said as they slipped into the room.
The lights were off so the only illumination in the room was from the early evening moonlight coming through the window. Zelda was laying in bed with her golden hair spread over the pillows. The comforter and several blankets had been tucked snuggly around her to help her get warm. An angry expression filled Hilda's face when she saw the other thing on the bed though. Willard had laid down next to Zelda and he was holding the bundled up witch in his arms and humming a lullaby.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hilda hissed as she stormed over. She wanted to drag him away from her sister but she didn't want to disturb things too much and cause Zelda to wake up.
"She started shivering. I thought it might help her a little if I held her for awhile," Willard whispered. Normally the hostile expression on Hilda's face would have worried him but right now all he cared about was Zelda and making sure that she was alright.
"Uh, Hilda, I don't think you want to do anything," Salem purred in her ear as he jumped from Harmonia's arms onto the blonde witch's neck. He could see that Hilda was just itching to zap Willard into something. "I really don't think you need to tick off a three thousand year old witch."