Chapter 10
The room was suddenly subjected to sub-zero temperatures as snow and hail raged inside the penthouse suite. A white tornado appeared, and subsided, to reveal the figure of Aunt Irma. The blizzard subsided.
"Order," said the judge.
"Silence," said Irma icily to the court.
"Who are you?" asked Roland.
"Troll," said Irma, "Come fan me. It is much too hot in here." With that, she went to her throne of ice, that she zapped up beside the judge, and zapped up a peacock feather for Roland to fan her with. He reluctantly agreed.
"Is it my turn to testify?" asked Irma, cooly.
"Yes Irma, you may proceed."
"Well I would of anyway, but thank you your honor. Although I do not approve of mortals marrying witches, I approve of the wedding of Harvey and Sabrina. I said as much a month ago, but Sabrina couldn't see the wisdom of my advice, do to her obstinacy. When the court allows the marriage, I will not only make sure it takes place, but I will throw the wedding for the couple that I brung together."
"Counsel?" said the Judge to Roland's lawyer.
"No questions," said Roland's lawyer, nervously.
Irma zapped Roland, and his lawyer, out of the room.
"Well, Irma," said the judge, "Your knowledge is formidable, and if even your behind this marriage, there's no reason why it can't take place. Case dismissed." The judge rapped on his gavel, and he, the recording secretary, and the court disappeared, leaving Bugsy Sharper's penthouse the way it was. Except for the fact that Irma was sitting at Sharper's desk, on her throne of ice.
"Thanks Aunt Irma," said Sabrina gratefully.
"Silence," said Irma. "Harvey."
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"You were going to elope with Sabrina?"
"Yes, Irma."
"Sabrina," said Irma. "I am going to throw you, my favorite niece, a large other realm wedding at my castle. Since day after tomorrow is Friday the 13th, all your friends and family are invited. They'll go through the secret door to the other realm I prepared at the Westbridge Plaza Hotel. They won't even realize they're in the other realm"
"I think the kids would rather . . ." began Zelda.
"Silence," said Irma. "I don't just let everybody into my castle, it's a great sacrifice on my part. I do not charm up a feast fit for a thousand, or allow mortals or flowers in my palace, only to be rejected."
"And we're very grateful," said Hilda.
"Good," said Irma. "I will see all of you at the wedding." She vanished.
"Sabrina, Harvey" said Zelda, "We'll find a way for you to . . ."
"I'm okay with it, if Sabrina's okay with it." said Harvey. "It sounds sort of cool."
"When I said I wanted to elope, I didn't think it meant I would have family and friends at the wedding," said Sabrina, casually.
"It's simply not traditional," said Salem, imitating the woman at the diner.
"But it sort of sounds great, everything's going to go great, whoo-hoo," Sabrina finished.