"I, um, I'm Sabrina," she giggled like a 13 year old.
"I know," Drystan's violet eyes flashed with amusement. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the effect he had on her. "Well, bright eyes, this has been fun, but I have places to go, you know." He stood up and without a word strode through the front door.
"Wait," Sabrina squeaked. She ran to the window to figure out where he was going. She saw him hiding behind a tree, watching a group of little kids playing on a swing set across the street. A small boy was swinging as high as he could, while his companions cheered him on. Suddenly, the swing stopped in mid-air, and the little boy had to hang on for dear life. Tears sprang to his eyes and he bawled as his friends shrieked. Just before the boys' mother reached the yard, the swing was once again affected by gravity, and the boy, after plummeting with the swing, fell to the ground, sobbing. His mother, of course, hadn't seen anything except the fall, and had a time trying to convince the children that the swing wasn't possessed.
Drystan, meanwhile, was in stitches. He was doubled over with laughter. Sabrina's jaw dropped at the sight of him. This certainly explained why her aunts wanted to ground him to the house.
"You are horrible!" Sabrina scolded, stalking out of the house. She confronted Drystan and looked up at him, hands on her hips.
"So, you learned how to speak," Drystan chided. Face turning red, Sabrina tried not to get angry. She did have to live with him for a week, after all. And those eyes were just so--- so--- she shook her head to snap out of the trance he had her in.
"I made you some Kool-Aid," she announced, beckoning for him to follow her back inside. Smirking, he followed.
"Oh good, and then after snack, is it nap time?" Sabrina made a mental note never to introduce him to Roxie. With their powers combined, the sarcasm could be deadly. She walked to the table where she had left the drink, and handed it to Drystan.
"Here ya go!" she tried to sound cheerful.
"This wouldn't possibly be a potion, now would it?" Drystan asked, looking as sweet an innocent as only a very un-sweet and innocent person can.
"Of course not." Sabrina tried to look disgusted at the thought. "You're a guest."
"Well," he smirked, "I'll drink it, but you have to drink some of it first." Trying to keep a smile on her face, Sabrina giggled nervously.
"Well alright." She said. Taking a deep breath, she took a sip of the drink. Nothing happened.
"Sorry for doubting you," Drystan smiled, eyes flashing. He took the glass and drank, licking his lips only when he had downed the entire glass.
"See now? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Sabrina said, walking back toward the kitchen. She had to find her aunt, and quickly! She was startled out of her search by a maniacal laugh coming from upstairs. Running back through the living room, she found that Drystan was already missing. But he couldn't be outside; the potion would ground him in the house. She rushed up the stairs to find the good-looking devil pointing his finger at the image in the mirror.