In the night shop of a self-employed store owner, the last costumers of the evening are checking out, but not every customer is that honest. Hidden behind a few shelves, a 17-year-old Moroccan boy is stuffing bags of chips and cans of coke in his jacket pocket when he thinks the cashier and store owner isn't looking. The teenager is wearing a soccer cap and scarf of Club Brugge (a Belgian first class soccer club), blue Adidas sweatpants and sweatshirt with horizontal white stripes, and white Nike running shoes.

Just when the young Moroccan is convinced he can get away with his loot, the proprietor, a white-haired man of 60 who runs the shop by himself, stops him and zips open the kid's jacket. He removes the chips and cans from the boy's pockets and immediately, the teenager starts ranting in denial:

'Sir, I swear, I have no idea how those got there! Really, I...'

'Son, how stupid do you think I am?' the sixty-year-old looks at the boy funnily. He may not be the youngest anymore, but when it comes to shoplifters, the store owner still has an eagle's eye.

'But sir, I really didn't want to do that. A bunch of older guys challenged me. What else was I supposed to do?'

'What you should have done was turn your back on them. You shouldn't let yourself be provoked or intimidated. And if they want chips and coke, they're just going to have to come and get it themselves. Understood?'

'Yes, sir,' the teenager mopes. 'What are you going to do now?'

'I'm just going to warn you. That's all I can do. You need to decide for yourself what your next move is going to be: are you going to keep stealing or are you going to take my advice?'

The proprietor's speech has made the Moroccan boy and the other customers speechless. The kid doesn't even dare to look at the store owner anymore. The proprietor isn't just an excellent store owner, but also a wise and experienced man.

'The next time I will have to alert the police, but I'm hoping there won't be a next time. Alright?'

The teenager nods and leaves the night shop like a dog with its tail between its legs. When he exits, he passes a peculiar man in the doorway. The man is wearing a long, black coat that is held together by a long row of buttons. His head is shaven, with just a shadow of stubbles across his scalp. He's wearing a black eye patch over his left eye.

Once he's in the night shop, he stretches his arm and in his hand appears a 9mm-rifle in an orange flash like that of a retractable Agfa camera from the 40s. Immediately, he shoots the three waiting customers by the register and before the proprietor can do anything, the demonic man shoots him twice in the chest.

The Moroccan boy of 17 hears the gun shots and bolts back inside the night shop. Once inside he sees the gunned down bodies and the shooter grinning at the scene. As soon as he notices Mohammed, he disappears again in an orange flash like the flashing of a retractable Agfa camera from the 40s. The Moroccan teenager, on the other hand, watches the four deceased innocents in shock with a fixed expression.


A week later, Kelly, Nathalie, and Kim are unloading heavy boxes from a moving van. The moving van is parked in front of their biological father's stylish house in the Zurenborg neighborhood and the girls are carrying the unloaded boxes inside of that same belle époque house.

'How many of these boxes are there left?' Kelly whines. She picks up a full cardboard box labeled "Kim's shoes".

'A whole lot of them,' Nathalie picks one up labeled "Nathalie's clothes". What did we expect? For once in her life, Kelly has to do heavy lifting and it can't be over soon enough. Together the sisters climb the paved steps leading up to the rustic house.

'Can't we take a break? My back's starting to hurt.'

'So does mine.' Nathalie shoves Kelly, so she's at least moving along. Irritated, the ginger girl bumps the front door open with her behind, so she and Nathalie can enter.

'Kim, you're supposed to leave the door open! Otherwise we'll get in trouble with these boxes!' Nathalie shouts when she steps inside.

'Sorry, I keep forgetting that there are more boxes to come,' Kim comes skipping down the stairs. Oh, who would expect a beauty queen to remember such a thing? Nathalie sighs.

'Well, at least take this box. It's so heavy,' Kelly hands Kim the box "Kim's shoes". The brunette involuntarily topples over because of the sudden weight.

'That one is heavy. What's in it?' She tries to read what's written on it, but if she moves too much, she threatens to lose her balance.

'Your shoes,' Nathalie grins.

'Oh, that explains everything.' Agilely, she shakes her head to get rid of a few strands of her long hair from her face, after which she climbs the wooden stairs at the end of the entryway with the box of shoes in her arms.

'Here, why don't you take this box upstairs?' Nathalie pushes the box she's carrying into Kelly's arms and whirls around, so she can go outside.

'Hé, can't you take this one upstairs yourself?' Kelly calls after her.

'It's only clothes. They barely weigh anything. You can get that upstairs, can't you?'

'But my back...'

'Maybe you should move more and whine less, then you'll be rid of your back pains much quicker,' the blonde winks. 'Go, skedaddle!'

With a grimace and stomping her feet, Kelly trudges up the stairs in pursuit of Kim. With a big sigh, Nathalie strolls back outside to pick up another box.


In Kim's bedroom, the pretty brunette is just unpacking and arranging all her incredibly expensive and shining shoes in her walk-in closet. Suddenly, Ivan orbs into her room in a swirling flurry of white sparkles. Looking down on her back, he greet her:

'Hey!'

Kim jumps out of her skin because of the sudden voice and drops on top of her shoes in a flash. From a mess of long brown hair and expensive stiletto heels, she looks up to the blond wizard. 'Oh Ivan, it's you? Please, don't ever do that again!'

'Oh sorry, I probably shouldn't have orbed in unannounced.'

'You think?', she pulls herself up and smoothens her shirt, 'Why are you here actually? Trouble at Magic School?'

'No, no. Why do you think I only visit you guys if there's trouble?', after a cynically raised eyebrow from Kim, Ivan caves in, 'Okay, there might be a problem.'

'No, you don't say? Come on, I'll take you to the others.'

The two of them leave Kim's horizon blue room and the long-haired beauty leads Ivan down the stairs to the entryway, where Kelly is just accepting another box from Nathalie. The short witch with a soft spot for slightly older, blond men notices the handsome teacher-wizard at once.

'Oh Ivan!' Surprised and excited, she lets go of the box, which then drops hard onto Nathalie's left foot.

'Auw, Kelly!'

'Oh sorry. Are you okay?'

'No, auw, my foot,' she hops and limps to the living room through the portal near the entryway. The others follow Nathalie. She settles in on a long, covered, white couch placed against a wall on the left. She puts her foot down on a small wooden coffee table that stands in front of the couch.

'Do you want me to get you a bag of ice?' Kim asks.

'That would help,' she massages her foot. The brunette leaves the living room again through the portal and Kelly apologetically seats herself beside Nathalie on the couch. Ivan keeps standing upright with his arms folded across.

'I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?' Kelly asks.

'You've done enough already!'

Next, Kim walks back in with a bag of ice. Nathalie takes it and places it on her foot. Afterwards, she targets Ivan.

'And you! What are you doing here?'

'Me?' the teacher-wizard points to himself.

'No, the other wizard behind you. Of course you!'

'Well, I was supposed to show you something. Do you guys have a TV?'

'Yeah, over there, behind you,' Kelly points to the flat screen plasma TV placed on an oak-wood, medium size cabinet behind Ivan. 'It was the first thing we brought inside because it was so heavy.'

The blond 20-year-old turns around and grabs the remote. Meanwhile, Kim sits down on Nathalie's other side on the couch.

'Who told you to show that to us actually?' Kim asks curiously.

'My bosses.' He turns on the TV and walks back to the couch.

'And who are your bosses?' Nathalie asks.

'Do you really want to know?'

'Hmm, never mind.' The less I know, the better. Ivan turns up the volume and pictures starts to take form on the TV. An anchorman does his spiel:

'Today, the trial of Mohammed Al-Hamani starts in Antwerp. The Moroccan minor shocked all of Flanders last week when he suddenly robbed a local grocery store.'

On screen, the 17-year-old boy is pulled from a police vehicle and surrounded by policemen and cameras, he is escorted into the justice building. The anchorman comes back in frame.

'Al-Hamani is accused of murdering four people: three customers that were still in the night shop at the time of the robbery and the store owner himself. Last Monday, Al-Hamani stormed the store at 10 PM and shot everyone present.'

'And why are you showing us this?' Kim raises an eyebrow. Ivan turns off the TV and looks at the girls.

'Because you need to rescue him,' he replies as cool as a cucumber.

'I thought we only had to make those demon things go...you know...kaboum,' Nathalie frowns.

'Well, that's a side effect of your actual duty. As Enchanted Ones, it's your destiny to save and protect every innocent that crosses your path against evil.'

Kelly is confused as well. 'But he's not innocent. He killed four people. We just heard that, didn't we?'

'And yet he's innocent. He was framed by a demon. There's your side effect.'

'But...what would a demon want from him? What do demons want from people anyway? Can't they just leave us alone?' Kim shrugs with her hands held out. Kind of illogical of a creature with supernatural powers to want to have anything to deal with humans.

'If they did that then they wouldn't be evil, now would they?' Ivan chuckles. 'Listen, Mohammed is destined to do great things and Magic School wants to guide him. The demons want to prevent that.'

'And they had to kill four people to do it? Can't they just..."take him out"? That would solve all their problems at once.'

'No, they want him intact, because the same talent he'll use for good he...'

'...can use for evil too. Right, I get it,' Kelly now realizes what kind of world they ended up in. Nothing makes sense, yet everything is so explicable.

'How are we actually supposed to rescue him, because you keep telling us it's our destiny, but you're not really suggesting a strategy?' Nathalie wonders. It's not like we can just kidnap him during his trial?

'I was hoping you would have an idea,' the wizard sheepishly scratches his hair.

'What? Great! You're sending us on dangerous missions, but you don't lift a finger yourself. Who do you think we are? Charlie's witches?'

'Come on, calm down people. Ivan's just doing his job,' Kelly gazes up at the handsome wizard. 'I'm sure we can figure something out.' Ivan might have the looks, but he sure doesn't have the brains when it comes to initiative.

'Who made you the leader?' Kim places her hands on her hips. 'I'm not going to risk my neck for a juvenile delinquent, you know.' Pretty people like me never survive in prison.

'But Ivan said he wasn't a criminal! And I'm taking charge because an innocent person might get wrongly convicted if I don't. And as Ivan already said, it's our destiny as Enchanted Ones to save every innocent.'

'And since when do you sacrifice yourself for Moroccans? I seem to recall that you vote for N-VA because Vlaams Belang will probably never get elected,' Nathalie points out Kelly's hypocrisy, seeing as the redhead makes no secret about having little to no sympathy for immigrants. You see, the N-VA is a Flemish nationalist and right-wing party, but is incredibly popular despite everything. Vlaams Belang, on the other hand, is also a Flemish nationalist party, but extremely conservative and oftentimes blatantly racist, and hardly gets any votes.

'We received our powers for a reason and we've just been told that reason,' the ultra-right-wing witch tries to change the subject. 'So, I'm going to help that boy, Moroccan or not, with or without you guys' help!'

Abruptly, Kelly gets up and storms towards the entryway to grab her coat. A couple seconds later the front door bangs shut behind her. Nathalie and Kim are left alone with Ivan. Rocking back and forward on his heels, he watches them and smirks.

'Alright, alright, we're leaving!' Nathalie grumbles. She limps as she gets up and supported by Kim, she hobbles in pursuit of Kelly.


A little later, the three girls enter the palace of justice of Antwerp, the city's courthouse. There's quite a commotion in and around the building because of Mohammed Al-Hamani's presence. From the spacious, open entrance hall, also known as the Salle des Pas Perdus, the teenage girls can see throngs of reporters pressing against the glass walls and being kept at a distance by a small army of police officers.

'Gosh, it's crowded,' Kim remarks.

'What did you expect? The media have dived into this case like a flock of vultures,' Nathalie is still limping when the sisters cross the parquet floor to the reception desk.

'Come on! That foot can't possibly still be hurting,' Kelly grumbles. That box wasn't that heavy, now was it?

'Yes, it can! Why did you actually drop that box all of a sudden? It was just Ivan.'

While the three girls are waiting in line at the reception desk, they admire the palace of justice, a magnificent structure of steel, wood, and glass. Through skylights of white steel and glass, light cascades into the enormous entrance hall from above. Diagonally below the skylights are the courtrooms that are reminiscent of the Sydney Opera House from the outside, but on the inside they consist of a wooden honeycomb structure. Thanks to immensely broad, wooden stairs, you can reach every corner of the palace of justice.

'It was just Ivan? Hé, it...he...I...well...come on, it was Ivan!'

'That's right. It was Ivan, not some divine presence.'

'Maybe just Ivan to you, but to Kelly, he probably looks like a divine presence,' Kim chuckles. Isn't it obvious why Kelly reacted like that?

'What's that supposed to mean?' the love-struck witch panics. Is it that obvious? Meanwhile, the queue in front of them is dwindling and it isn't long before it's the sisters' turn.

'Good afternoon. How can I be of service?' the receptionist asks.

'Good afternoon. Could you tell me where you're keeping Mohammed Al-Hamani imprisoned?' Kelly asks casually.

'I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm not allowed to give you that kind of information.'

'Can't you make an exception for us? I mean, we're...from...Amnesty International and we...we would like to see how you're treating him,' Nathalie makes up a story.

'Yes...that's right. We would like to check whether you're not violating his rights, because that's his...right,' Kim adds onto the lie on a whim. Let's hope this works.

'Amnesty International? Aren't you three a little young for that?' the receptionist becomes wary.

'You can't start early enough,' Nathalie shakes her head as if she were chiding her peers.

'Well...I can have you brought to him by an officer or by the detective. There you'll have him.' The receptionist cranes around them and beckons someone. Detective Rik Martens, the detective that helped the girls in September, approaches them. 'Mister Martens, these young ladies are a part of Amnesty International and would like to visit Mohammed Al-Hamani.'

'O really? And why this interest in Al-Hamani? Aren't you ladies better off visiting the Belgian prisons?' Martens is on to the girls' lie, but spares them because he's familiar with their background.

'Yes, but...another group is already doing that. The palace of justice is our job,' Kelly lies. Detective Martens may not trust their excuse, but he does trust them. The three girls seem sincere and really want to help Mohammed. And the boy could use any help he can get.

'Is that so? Well, we can't disappoint ambassadors of Amnesty International, now can we? Follow me if you like!'

He beckons the teenage girls and leads them through the palace of justice. Mildly confused, they follow him.


After having descended a couple flights of stairs, Martens and the girls reach the cell block underneath the palace of justice. While they march through the frosted gray corridor flanked on either side by deep sky blue cell doors, the sisters start to whisper amongst themselves.

'I don't want to sound negative, but what's the plan here? Are we going to break this guy out or what?' Kim whispers, so Martens doesn't hear her.

'No, we're just going to hear his side of the story, see if he also maintains that he's innocent,' Kelly whispers. Now that the girls were almost at Al-Hamani, her heart sank into her boots. Earlier, with Ivan there, she had felt much surer about her case. That stud sure has a bad influence on me.

'Ah, are you starting to get your doubts about the Moroccan after all?' Nathalie smirks.

'Mostly I just find it suspicious that we need to get some guy out of jail all of a sudden. Ivan might claim he's part of the good guys, but for all we know he's one of the bad guys.'

Martens then halts at one of the deep sky blue metal doors. A guard is standing beside the door. Martens nods to him and the officer takes his keys and opens the door.

'All yours, detective,' the guard holds the door, staring blankly ahead of himself like a soldier.

'After you, ladies!' Martens motions the girls inside. Cautiously, the three sisters step into the 9.10 by 13.1 ft. cell with the detective close behind them. He stays near the door while the teens approach the bunk that the depressed Mohammed Al-Hamani is sitting on.

'Mohammed, you have visitors!' Martens grunts. With fearful eyes, the Moroccan boy looks up at the young women standing before him.

'What do you want?' he murmurs. They can barely make out a word. Prison life has already taken its toll after one week. He's completely drained of energy and life.

'Uhm, we would like to ask you a few questions...' Nathalie approaches him, but the boy keeps staring at his lap and turns his back on her.

'I won't answer anything without my lawyer, especially nothing from stuck up bitches like you.'

Nathalie rejoins her sisters, looks at them, and shrugs. Next, Kelly peers over her shoulders at Martens and the guard.

'Kim, petrify the officers,' she mumbles. She's just about as audible as Mohammed was.

'What?' Kim indeed fails to understand her.

'Freeze those cops!' she hisses irritated.

'O!' She turns around, stretches her hands, and freezes Martens and the guard. The detective was just about to shift his weight from his left to his right leg and the guard was just about to take a peek inside the cell, but now they're both not moving an inch.

'Mohammed, I know that you've been through a really tough week and that the media and lawyers are out for blood, but if there's something that you haven't told yet because you were afraid that no one would believe you, now's the time to tell us,' Kelly approaches him and sits down beside him on the bunk.

He turns around and looks at all three of them with big, hopeful eyes. 'Will you really believe me, no matter what I say?'

'Yeah. Trust me, nobody's more open-minded than us,' Nathalie nods once. Kim snorts just thinking about the irony.

'So, spill. What do you think really happened?' Kelly asks.

'Well...I had been at the store, but then I left because the store owner had caught me stealing.'

'And did that make you very angry?'

'No, in fact I was glad he caught me! That way I could tell those older guys that it hadn't worked and they would've just left me alone altogether. So afterwards, I went outside and that's when I heard the gunshots. I ran back inside, but I was already too late...And then some creep with an eye patch grinned at me and, poof, he was gone!'

'Poof and he was gone?' Nathalie chuckles without thinking twice.

'I knew you guys wouldn't believe me!' he snaps. He turns back around angrily and curls up in a little ball.

'Mohammed, no, we believe you, it was just the way you said it,' Kelly glares at Nathalie. 'You see, we also believe you were framed by a higher power.'

'Really? So, are you going to make sure I get out?' he smiles hopefully. The usually ultra-right-wing witch turns to her sisters and after an affirmative nod from the both of them, she says:

'Count on it! We have to leave now, though, but we will return and then this whole thing will have been cleared up. You just need to hang in there for a little while, okay?'

Kelly stands up and steps outside of the cell with her sisters. Just in time, because the two officers start to move again at that exact moment. Surprised to see the girls outside of the cell so soon, Martens has the door closed again, after which he escorts them out.


The following day, Costabor, headmaster of Magic School, is reading an anthology in his office. Similar to Ivan's office, his is classically designed without a hint of personality.

Suddenly, the shooter from the convenience store, the one with the black eye patch, is standing in front of him. Furiously, the guy bends over and forcibly plants his hands spread out on Costabor's desk.

'Well, well, if that isn't my dear enemy Moenen.' Ugh, what does that lowlife want this time around? the headmaster rises from his office chair and wants to offer him his hand, but the angry man refuses to shake it.

'Costabor, I'm not going to beat around the bush. What do you think you're doing?' Moenen, the shooter with the eye patch, sneers.

'I was in the process of reading this fine work, but that's not what you're referring to, is it?'

'No! I popped in unnoticed on my innocent yesterday and what do you know? All of a sudden, I see three witches talking to him. They were giving him goddamn hope. Yuk!' he averts his head and spits on the floor. The black vile burns an acid stain in the marble. Disgusted, Costabor turns up his nose at the scene.

'How can you be so sure they were witches? They might as well have been social workers or his harem. You do know these Muslims are allowed to have several wives?'

'I know they're witches because one of them petrified the policemen. And according to my sources, you've recently discovered three witches. One of them was able to stop time, right?' If this prick thinks he can thwart my plans, he doesn't know who he's going up against.

'Well, not so much time, but moving objects. My dear Moenen, if you're so certain they're witches, why don't you take them out? You were a renowned witch slayer, weren't you?' That way I'd get rid of those meddling teens altogether.

'Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? My sources also revealed to me the identity of those witches: the Enchanted Ones! Isn't it suspicious that of all witches, they - the witches you found - are trying to help my innocent?'

'A witch does what a witch does. They're always trying to help innocent people.'

'But I was just planning to let that specific innocent become one of us to please the master. Now who would want to prevent such a thing?'

'It's an outrage what you're insinuating. Besides, I don't need peace offerings to please the master.' At least I have that advantage.

'Now you don't, but that could change and you know that just as well as I do.'

'You try and shame me; the master won't hear of it anyway.' I hope.

'Maybe not, but I'm keeping my eye on you,' he lifts his eye patch to emphasize his threat. His usually covered eye now burns with a strong orange glow. The next moment, Moenen has disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. One moment he's there, the next he's not.

Costabor takes the threat seriously and confers with himself: No matter what it takes, I need to prevent that jackass from getting to his innocent. But how? He thinks for a while and soon finds the perfect solution.


Not a minute later, Costabor enters Ivan's office, where the young teacher is correcting a couple of tests.

'Costabor, what brings you here? Do you need something?' the unwary young man, eternal friendliness itself, asks.

'No, no, but I have shocking news. That demon is planning on killing your innocent.' That isn't entirely a lie.

'What?' he jumps up in shock. 'Why? I thought he needed him.'

'Maybe he's revising his plans and the boy is in his way? Ivan, you must get the Enchanted Ones or that innocent is a dead man! Quickly, hurry!' Before Moenen finds out.

Ivan nods and orbs out in a swirling flurry of white sparkles. That kid sure is gullible, Costabor sniggers smugly.


At the Saint-Joseph's College, Nathalie and Kelly are sitting next to each other during cultural sciences class. While their teacher, a scruffy bearded 20-year-old, is skillfully explaining the designated curriculum, the two girls and their class listen and take notes attentively.

Then there's a knock at the door and a lady of the secretariat hurries into the room. She whispers something into the ear of the cultural sciences teacher, who then tells the girls to accompany the secretary. Without further explanation, the girls follow behind the lady.

'Uhm, miss, why did you remove us from class? Did we do something wrong?' Nathalie asks, concerned about her reputation.

A pained expression shoots across the secretary's face, but she quickly smoothes her features. 'Your cousin will explain later.'

Cousin?! Confused, the girls peer at each other, but they'll hold off on their questions. The lady takes them to the secretariat, where Kim is already waiting for them.

'Kim, what are you doing here?' Kelly asks.

'You'll see,' she nods to the secretariat and rolls her eyes. Big frowns crease across her sisters' faces until they hear a familiar voice answering the secretary's 'My condolences!'

'Thank you, ma'am. Grandpa Hellfire really meant a lot to my cousins and me.' Then Ivan steps outside of the secretariat.

'Our grandfather passed away? Is that the best excuse you could come up with?' Nathalie shakes her head in disappointment. Don't expect a teacher to make up a good excuse, not even a wizard.

'I couldn't think of anything else. I got you out of your class, didn't I?'

'You did. That reminds me: did we ever explain how we're sisters all of a sudden and are moving in together?' Kim asks.

'Now that you mention it...no, I don't think so. Meh, if anybody asks, we can just tell them the truth, can't we?' Kelly crosses her arms.

'That a senile wizard knocked up our moms and that he left us a house, including a book of spells?' Nathalie raises an eyebrow. I think they'll sooner lock us up in the nut house.

'No, that our moms slept with one and the same guy and that we inherited a house from him.'

'If you put it like that...'

'Girls, could you focus for a minute?' Ivan draws their attention. 'I didn't get you out of your classes for a bunch of chitchat.'

'O yes, of course, by all means. What do you need us for?' Kelly gawks at him with lovey-dovey eyes.

'According to Costabor, that demon's going to kill Mohammed. You need to break him out fast.'

'And how do we do that? Just hop in, knock out a few policemen, pummel an armored door and hope that we make it out the building alive?' Nathalie rambles.

'Well, if only you guys knew someone with the power to freeze the entire building...'

'Ah, I see. Hmm, what would you guys be without me?' Kim giggles.

'Happier?' Kelly offers, which causes Kim to pinch her arm. 'Auw!'


A while later, the Enchanted Ones walk into the palace of justice for a second time. Detective Martens is just in the middle of giving a press conference concerning the Al-Hamani case. The film crews, photographers, and reporters have mobbed him like a pack of wolves.

'Mohammed Al-Hamani continues to maintain a claim of innocence and believes that his trial will be declared null and void and that he'll be able to work right out of the building...'

He spots the girls. What are they doing here again? Then Kim raises her arms and stretches her hands. And suddenly, the three teens disappear before his eyes. Hé, where did they go?

A moment later, the alarm goes off in the palace of justice. Accompanied by blaring sirens, police officers run into the massive entrance hall and all civilians are evacuated. Police cars come rushing in while a police helicopter circles the building.

Mohammed Al-Hamani has escaped! The palace of justice is up in arms and all responsibility lies on Martens' shoulders as the authorized detective.

His first idea is to question Kelly, Nathalie, and Kim, because their sudden presence and absence was awfully coincidental. Maybe he had imagined them, but somehow Martens had a gut feeling that the girls were more involved than they had been willing to share so far.


Martens' gut feeling is right, because a little later, the Enchanted Ones and Mohammed orb into the girls' attic in a glowing sea of small powder blue orbs. The four of them are holding each other's hands, but they let go now that they have arrived. Ivan, who was already present in the attic, walks up to them.

'No one saw you, right?' he asks panicky.

'I don't think so. As soon as we came in, I froze everyone and everything, including old Mohammed here!' Kim pats him on the back with a grin.

'How were you guys able to pull that off actually?' the Moroccan teenager asks, confused.

'You wouldn't believe us, even if we told you,' Nathalie chuckles.

'Trust me, nobody's more open-minded than me,' he grins.

'He's good!' Kim mutters to Kelly stretching the word "good".

'Well Mohammed, we're witches and we have certain gifts. Gifts that we just used to break you out. It's with these gifts that we want to try and prove your innocence, but we're still going to need your help with that,' Kelly explains.

'Okay. What can I do to help?'

'You could point out the guy that framed you,' Ivan suggests.

'Yeah, but how am I supposed to point him out?'

'Well, the girls have a book filled with pictures of guys like him. Maybe yours is in there as well?'

Kim walks over to the book stand of the Enchanted Book and opens up the book of spells, 'Come have a look.' Cautiously, Mohammed approaches the Enchanted Book and takes a quick peek.

'You can take a closer look, you know! It won't bite,' Nathalie spurs him on as she giggles. Well, at least I hope it doesn't bite. A little more confidently, the innocent Moroccan steps a bit closer and starts turning pages in the book of spells on his own accord.

After some browsing, a certain page suddenly draws Mohammed's attention. The drawing on the page is the spitting image of the man he saw: eye patch, stubbly scalp, and a long, black coat with buttons. Atop of the drawing, centered and in thick elegant letters, reads the name "Moenen".

'This one, that's him! This is the guy that shot all those people.'

'Are you sure?' Kelly asks.

'Positive, I'll never forget that eye patch and that smirk!'

'Moenen, an infamous recruiter of humans and a witch slayer...' Kim reads off of the antique page.

'Another witch slayer? Does witch skin make fabulous fur coats or something?' Nathalie crosses her arms across her chest. I feel like it's open season on witches.

'Hé, not to bother you or anything, but where's your toilet?' Mohammed suddenly asks.

'The toilet? Well, that's...where was the bathroom again?' Kim asks Kelly and Nathalie.

'You live here, but you don't know where your toilet's at?'

'We only just moved in here, you know,' Nathalie tries to defend herself.

'The bathroom's down the stairs, to the end of the hallway, first door on your right,' Ivan points him in the right direction.

'Thanks!' Mohammed tiptoes to the door of the attic, after which he scurries down the stairs.

'Maybe I should follow him to make sure he doesn't get lost?' Ivan raises his eyebrow, mocking them. He then goes after the young Moroccan.

'Well, that was embarrassing,' Kelly mumbles.


In the meantime, Mohammed has found the bathroom and standing upright, he is emptying his bladder into the toilet while Ivan keeps guard outside. As he should be, because evil lurks around every corner...

Moenen, the crew cut demon with the eye patch, suddenly appears right in front of Ivan's face, lifts his eye patch, and shoots the blond wizard down with an orange energy dart from his eye. Afterwards, he pushes down the door handle of the bathroom and opens the door. Inside he sees Mohammed standing up and peeing into the white, porcelain toilet bowl. The toilet seat is of course put up.

'Hello Mohammed, long time no see,' Moenen smirks with a devilish grin.

'You? Help!' he screams while he zips up his pants in a panic. Upstairs, the Enchanted Ones hear his cry for help.

'What's his problem? Does he have trouble zipping up his pants or something?' Kim dashes to the door of the attic with Kelly and Nathalie in her wake.

'Maybe he doesn't know how to put down the toilet seat?' Nathalie chuckles while she and her sisters skip down the stairs to the attic. Yet when Mohammed cries for help a second time, they quicken their pace.

In the bathroom, Moenen is trying to calm down Mohammed. 'Mohammed, calm down! I just want to have a word with you. I'm not the one you need to be afraid of; all I want is in your best interest.'

'O yeah? And is that why you killed those people?' he takes a few steps back, but grazes the bathtub, so there's nowhere for him to run.

'That was just to show you how humans are really like. They're cruel, heartless, and impulsive, and that impulsiveness leads to catastrophes. You were the only witness and have maintained your innocence the entire time, but still they arrested you and now they're willing to throw you under the bus. Tell me, Mohammed, are you enjoying prison?'

'No, I'm not listening to you! You're trying to brainwash me, but I won't fall for it.'

'Brainwash you? No, show you some insight. Insight into the insult humanity is to evolution. And I can relieve you from that insult, Mohammed. Yes, I can. I can make you just like me, like a higher being, a god!'

'You're no god, but a devil!'

'Devil might be a bit exaggerated. Demon, on the other hand...' Moenen laughs. He approaches him.

'Help!'


In the hallway alongside the bathroom, the three sister witches see Ivan lying unconsciously on the floor. The bathroom door is open.

'Ivan!', Kelly kneels beside him and helps him up, 'Who did this to you?'

'Demon, bathroom, hurry!' he points to the room with azure blue tiles. Determined to avenge her blond crush, the short witch stands up and drags Kim into the bathroom while Nathalie concerns herself with Ivan. Inside, the two girls do see the demon Moenen approaching Mohammed.

'Mohammed, watch out!' Kelly squints her eyes and straightaway Moenen flies to the left. He hits the hard, tiled wall, lands on the toilet, and then rolls off the porcelain bowl unconsciously. The shock makes the toilet seat drop.

'Well, at least he put down the toilet seat,' Kim shrugs.

Next, Mohammed tiptoes around Moenen and hides behind the two witches. 'That dude is sick! He wanted to make me just like him.'

'Yeah, that's what he does. Come on, we'll take you back to the attic, so we can find something in the Enchanted Book fast.'


In the attic, Nathalie and Mohammed lay down Ivan, whom they've dragged upstairs, in a threadbare couch. Afterwards, the Enchanted Ones scurry to the Enchanted Book, but before they can do anything, Moenen appears out of nowhere. He stretches his arm and aims for the sisters. The gun he used before appears in his hand in an orange flash like that of a retractable Agfa camera from the 40s.

'Don't move an inch or there's a bullet hole in your head!'

'Okay, okay!' Kim raises her hands up in the air. Her sisters follow her lead. Ivan wants to get up from the couch, but Moenen aims his gun at him.

'That goes for you too!', then he aims it at Mohammed, 'Come on, Mohammed! Do you really want to be like them? Weak, afraid, mortal?'

'Human, you mean!' Nathalie snaps.

'Shut up, witch!' he aims the gun back at the Enchanted Ones.

'I'm staying the way I am and I'm not going anywhere,' Mohammed says steadfastly.

'O yeah? If you stay here, you're a dead man. They're willing to prosecute you after one week, how long do you think it'll take them to convict you?'

'Don't listen to him! He caused all of it. He's able to manipulate public opinion, that's his gift. That's why, and for no other reason, the police investigation went so fast!' Kelly tries to convince him with what she read in a flash from the Enchanted Book.

'I'm innocent. I didn't do anything! You're the murderer!' the Moroccan teenager roars.

'Yes, that's right. Good job!' Moenen responds cynically. Now that he isn't paying attention, Nathalie carefully pulls out her cellphone and records the armed demon on video.

'And do you know why I killed them? Because they were useless humans, just like you. They meant nothing, have never meant anything, and would never have meant anything either. Just like you! For all I care, you can rot with them in hell!'

Suddenly, Mohammed storms and tackles him. The gun gets hurled across the attic (and fortunately doesn't go off) and glides to Ivan across the wooden floor.

'Ivan, get the gun!' Kelly cries. The teacher-wizard immediately does what she says. Nathalie stops recording and the girls quickly look for a spell on the exposed page of the Enchanted Book.

Moenen shoots Mohammed from him with an orange beam from behind his eye patch causing the innocent boy to land on a set of cardboard boxes. The demon turns his glowing eye towards the Enchanted Ones, but they read off the spell from the Enchanted Book:

'Evil does as evil is.

Crush this demon's hubris.'

Now not only Moenen's eye, but also his head starts to glow orange like a kettle on a stove. His eyes and mouth burn like flamethrowers while he screams in pain, which causes him to drop to his knees. He holds his glowing orange hands to his head and explodes at once.


A couple hours later, the girls have called detective Martens, who takes both Mohammed as the murder weapon as Moenen's confession with him. Of course, Mohammed is later acquitted of all charges. Even later, the innocent Moroccan is dropped off at home. The Enchanted Ones and Ivan join him for the reunion.

As expected, Mohammed's mother is over the moon to see her baby boy again. Her euphoric embrace would break any normal person in half, but her 17-year-old son hugs her with the same intensity.

Kim sighs, elated. 'All's well, end's well.'

'So, Kelly, I've actually not heard a single bad word about immigrants from your mouth. Have you finally seen the light?' Nathalie bumps Kelly teasingly.

'I wouldn't go that far, but I believe that I do have to re-evaluate a few prejudices.'

'Sooooo?'

She rolls her eyes. 'Fine, not all Moroccans are bad or criminals.'

'That's what we needed to hear,' Kim hugs her in a childlike manner. The brunette and Nathalie join the reunited family, but Ivan takes Kelly aside for a moment.

'Hé, I know that this mustn't have been easy for you, but you turned out to be the bigger man. I'm proud of you.'

'Thank you, Ivan. That means a lot to me. Even though I don't have a choice as an Enchanted One, it felt good to help an innocent.'

'You were born to do this, Kelly,' Ivan laughs and his hearty laugh makes Kelly's heart skip a beat. He's really one special guy, she sighs, smitten with him.