"Bee, how dare you conduct yourself in such an inappropriate manner? What have I ever done to you? Haven't you learned by NOW that though you possess the powers of a senior witch, your capability to handle them is non- existent?" Bee looked at the floor, for there was something about this chastisement that made her feel much guiltier than when scolded by her mother, even if both adults had said the exact same words. Andelica sighed resignedly. "Well, I suppose I would have been here within an hour anyway to register you, and this only proves the urgent need of yours for assistance," she murmured thoughtfully, while Bee and Jennifer, seemingly forgotten for the time being, glanced at each other with bewildered expressions.

Briskly Andelica pulled herself together and snapped, "On the broom missy! And you there, child, I'm sorry you were exposed to such trauma. I'll send a nice little witch charm home with Bee, provided she doesn't lose it."

"So long Jenny!" sniffed Bee, secretly signing and mouthing the words, "Were those guys hot or what?!?"

"I know!" exclaimed a tear-choked Jenny. Then, as both friends exchanged looks of mourning for their lost fortune, Andelica swiftly sped off into the East.

Bee gazed at the blur of scenery they were flying upon, occasionally clearing her throat. When that wasn't met with an answer, she asked timidly, "Umm, Andy-what exactly did you mean, back there, you know-"

"Registration?" Andelica asked. Bee vigorously nodded, jarring the poor designer broom up and down. The senior witch sighed. "I was referring to The Bewitched Academy. The International Witches Council has decided their renowned summer school would be the best match for your unusual circumstances. There you will be surrounded with soon-to-be witches selected only this past summer as well as students struggling to stay in the academy. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you met one or two accidental witches there as well. It's a very basic curriculum, including classes on potions, spell writing, charms-"

"So I'm finally going to learn how to use these babies?!?" Bee shrieked, fluttering her fingers into the air. "ALL RIGHT!!!!" With that, she fell off the broom, screaming the entire way down to the ocean beneath her, knowing that she faced certain death. Just inches from touchdown, however, she found herself plopping comfortably back on Andelica's broom.

"I forgot to mention," Andelica grumbled, "Flying WILL BE included."

Bee blinked a few times, glared at the back of Andelica's head, and carefully flexed each muscle. She really needed to get used to this whole magic thing. Terrorizing herself into a fitful frenzy whenever she fell off a broom couldn't possibly be good for her heart, and she was fairly certain that a witch could still die from a heart attack. "Well, maybe not," she decided thoughtfully. After rolling the idea around in her head for a few minutes, she tapped Andelica on the shoulder and asked, "Hey Andy, can a witch have a heart attack?"

"I will if you don't stop tormenting my poor unsuspecting soul!" Andelica shrieked. That was the end of that. The two traveled the rest of the way to school in silence.