I have special shoutouts already!

First to a nice reviewer hannahsmetana. She has been kind enough to leave feedback and has said some really sweet things to help boost my self-esteem and encourage me to update faster than I usually do. And for the record, I'm also surprised how quickly I'm getting things done.

Second to my little sister Tiffany (she has no fanfiction account). Tiffany- she's kinda popular on tumblr as cptnharkness- has photoshop and I asked her if she could make a poster for this fic last night. She told me to ask her later and when she got home, she's bored enough to make not one but 5! So that little icon is one of the posters she made. The rest are on my deviantart page or blogspot page. It's seriously the nicest thing she's done for me in the last few years and I'm proud of her and how the pics turned out.

Thanks again guys!

Now for the next part…

"That explains so much," Troy realized after hearing the explanations of Annie's curse.

"Pretty weak curse by today's standards," Abed commented.

"It was the only one I could remember!" Annie protested.

"It was nice of you boys to let us know that the curse is working on Jeff Winger," Shirley interjected. "He is marrying the wrong woman and the marriage is sure to be miserable."

"It would make things more miserable if Jeff actually did fall in love with another woman," Abed pondered aloud.

Troy let out a deflated sigh. "Yeah, but he's too in love with himself to fall for another woman...or man."

Shirley's eyes went wide in both confusion and shock. "Men can love men now?" Troy and Abed nodded. "Lord, it's been a long three hundred twenty years."

A devious thought formed in Britta's mind. "What if Jeff Winger fell madly, hopelessly, passionately in love with another woman but could not marry her?"

"I've laid out that scenario many times before," Abed said.

"Yeah, and wishing on stars don't always come true," Troy added.

"She means a love potion," Annie understood what Britta had been implying. "We have a powerful one in here," she opened the spellbook. "And the best part is once you drink this particular love potion, the effects are irreversible."

"This type of potion is mainly used for good, but I think in Jeff Winger's case we'll make an exception," Shirley hid her wickedness with a sweet smile and innocent tone of voice.

"Yeah, but we never actually brewed the love potion because you had to have the hair of the people you intend to have the potion work on," Britta reminded. "None of us truly loved anyone and we didn't know anyone we wanted to pair together."

Troy made a disgusted face. "Why do you need hair?"

"If the potion's meant for certain people you don't want another person accidentally drinking it or something. If the potion is drunk by a third person then nothing happens and it's as if the potion never worked."

"The ingredients seem easy enough," Annie read over. "I suppose all we need is the hair."

"Whose hair?" Abed pondered out loud.

"Jeff's hair obviously."

"Good luck with that. If there's one thing Jeff takes pride in it's his hair. He called NASA for an explanation when he found what he thought was his hair in the shower drain. Oh, and I know you need Jeff's hair; I meant who will the other hair belong to?"

"One of us of course," Shirley informed.

"Jeff Winger will be hopelessly devoted to one of us and we won't love him in return," Britta seemed proud of this.

Troy was confused. "But I thought-"

"Oh," again, Annie understood. "I understand what's confusing you. It's simple Troy; Jeff will drink the potion and fall in love with whoever the opposite hair belonged to. He'll be the one under the permanent love spell because he's the one who drank the potion."

Britta smirked. "And that's good because he'll have his heart broken by the love he can never have."

"If the potion wasn't intended for the person who brewed it then you have to get both people to drink the potion. But if one of us drank the potion and Jeff didn't then the one who drank it will be in love with Jeff but Jeff won't be in love until he drinks the potion too."

Troy put his hand to his trying to piece everything together. "Witchcraft is complicated."

"I totally understood it," Abed casually spoke. "Let's say you brewed this potion for Levar Burton to love you: you'd put in his hair and your hair. Then Levar has to drink the potion and he'll fall in love with your forever. But because you were the one who brewed it, you can decide whether or not you love Levar Burton. However, if you drank the potion and Levar didn't, you'd be in love with Levar but he wouldn't love you until he drank the potion."

"I get it now!"

"Cool," Abed turned to Annie. "But that still doesn't explain how you're going to get a hold of Jeff's hair."

Annie bit on her nails. "True."

"And in order for this potion to work the hair can't be taken magically," Shirley remembered. "So how are we gonna get a hold of that man's hair?"

"I'm not digging through the garbage again!" Britta decided. "Doesn't the hair have to be fresh anyway?"

Troy cocked his head toward Abed. "Am I the only one uncomfortable talking about Jeff's hair in this context?"

"No," Abed began, "I'm always uncomfortable talking about Jeff's hair."

…

After spending (way too much) time discussing the use of a hair from Jeff's head, the witches came up with what they thought would be a clever plan.

Annie, Britta, and Shirley sat sort of anxiously at a table as the waiter approached. "Hello, I'm Todd and I'll be your waiter this fine afternoon. Would you like to hear our specials or would you like me to come back later?"

"Yeah, go away Todd," Brita ordered.

"I'll come back later, then," Todd left somewhat stung by Britta's remark.

"Ugh," Britta pulled out a miniature crystal ball and Abed and Troy's faces appeared on it. "Guys, are you sure Jeff and his fiancée are having lunch here?"

"Uh, yeah," Troy (somewhat rudely) answered. "I'm Jeff's assistant, he tells me these things. You know, might I suggest you ladies get cell phones so people don't look at us weird when we talk into a miniature glass ball?"

"This is way cooler than cell phones," Abed commented as he waved into the miniature crystal Troy held. "I prefer face to face conversations; there are much less comedic misunderstandings that way."

Britta turned off the crystal ball. "I don't know about you but once this is over I could go for a nice, long broomstick ride."

Annie squealed with delight. "A broomstick ride!"

"That sounds nice," Shirley agreed.

"We haven't had a broomstick ride in forever! I've almost forgotten how fun they are!"

"And a much easier form of travel than those modern day horseless carriages." The witches were too wrapped up in their thoughts of broomstick riding that they neglected to notice Todd lead Jeff and Slater to a nearby table Jeff had on reserve. "…and I don't know about you ladies but I just love that feeling when-"

"Winger alert," Britta gestured to Jeff's table. They watched as Jeff and Slater sat silently across from each other- his eyes fixated on his blackberry and her sitting with a menu in her face.

Annie took a quick glance. "Should I do it now?"

"Wait until he gets a little more comfortable. If we do it too soon after he gets here it might raise some suspicion."

"So what do we do until then?"

"Well…" Shirley tried to find the words to say, "…we might as well finish our broomstick conversation."

Britta made the 'tsk' noise as she sucked air through her teeth. "Yeah but talkin' about riding a broomstick isn't the same as actually riding one."

"You got a better idea on killin' time?"

"I do," Annie spoke. "I think now is the best time to decide which one of us Jeff Winger is going to fall in love with."

"You," both Britta and Shirley answered in unison.

Annie gasped. "Why me?"

"You're the one who cursed him in the first place," Britta reminded.

"Yes and you're the one who's going to get his attention while we get the hair," Shirley added.

"Only because you all decided I was the one most innocent enough to pull this off!"

"It's your doe eyes," Britta fessed, earning an agreeing nod from Shirley. "You can easily make the most sweetest faces."

"Really?" Annie smiled and put her hand to her heart. "I'm flattered even though I probably should be offended."

"Slater's heading to the bathroom," Britta pointed out before standing up. "I think now is a great time now that he's alone. Let's just get this over and done with." Annie was the next one up, followed by Shirley. "Make them think we're just three good friends going to the bathroom together."

"Should we fake a conversation?" Shirley asked.

"Good idea, start one."

"Who made you the leader?"

"Please," when the girls looked at Annie, she was looking paler. "I just activated the pale complexion spell and its effects are don't last that long. Go a little ahead of me."

Shirley and Britta did just that. As they neared Jeff, they went about as if they were having a conversation. "And that's why I don't let Pierce near there."

"I know," Britta clearly needed some acting lessons, "it's so hard to trust him or any man really."

"Amen to that!" Shirley faked a (loud) chuckle and Britta attempted to do the same. Out of the corner of their eye, they noticed Annie wink. "What do you think Annie?" Shirley and Britta turned around. "Annie, sweetie, are you okay?"

"Yeah, you look kinda pale."

Annie pretended to pant a little. "Yeah, I'm alright. I probably just need to eat something," she snuck a little peek at Jeff's table. Jeff's eyes were still fixated on his blackberry.

"Oh, okay," Shirley's was good at acting concerned, but not good enough to get Jeff's attention. She and Britta slowly walked ahead and faked some more chatting. Then Annie let out a horrible sounding gasp as if she couldn't breathe, getting just a little more attention including a very brief look from Jeff. "Annie?" Annie collapsed and Shirley caught her and kept her elevated. "OH MY LORD!"

"OH MY GOD ANNIE!" Britta's acting was slightly more convincing because she drew some big attention. Shirley lowered to the ground keeping Annie elevated.

"I'll keep her head elevated, Britta you do CPR!"

"Um, okay," Britta started pounding on Annie's chest. "I don't think it's working!"

"Then do mouth to mouth!"

"Gross, I don't wanna do mouth to mouth! You do mouth to mouth!"

"I'm keeping her head elevated you blonde bimbo!"

"Okay, that was pretty hurtful," Britta's feelings were genuine.

"Quit stallin' and do the mouth to mouth resuscitation."

"Uh…SOMEBODY HELP OR SOMETHING!" Todd dropped everything and rushed over to the scene. "Ew no, not you," Britta pushed him away. She pretended to frantically look around. "Hey you guy," she pretended as if she had only just noticed Jeff, "can we get some help here?"

Usually, Jeff would decline. But because he needed good publicity, this was the perfect opportunity to make him look good. "Yeah, sure," he went over to the women. "What should I do?"

"I think our friend is having an asthma attack and we don't have her inhaler. You need to breathe into her mouth while I do CPR."

"Do I really have to do this?"

"JUST DO IT!" Britta and Shirley adamantly screamed at him.

"Okay! Okay!" Jeff knelt down and started performing mouth to mouth on Annie as Britta pounded on her chest. While he was doing this, Britta and Shirley were exchanging nervous glances as to who was going to pluck the hair from Jeff's head. Britta was nonverbally assigned the task. Slowly, she tried inconspicuously moving her hand toward Jeff's hair. This did not work because Jeff immediately stopped what he was doing and stood up. "Um, hey, whoa, what do you think you're doing?" It was as if Jeff had instincts about his hair.

"I uh…" Britta tried to come up with a clever lie, "…I tend to pull hair when I'm nervous."

"Do you realizes what could happen if my hair was touched? Consider yourself lucky you didn't actually touch it." Annie began to cough. "Oh and see, my work is done."

"I think a true gentleman would make sure she's okay."

"Pfft, a true gentleman maybe."

"Humor us jackass; we're having a bad day."

"Fine," Jeff knelt back to Annie's level. "Hey, are you okay?"

Annie tried to catch her breath. "I think so," she let out a small laugh, "the one time I forget my inhaler and this happens."

"You know, it's probably a good idea to go to the hospital."

"We walked here," Shirley quickly lied.

"I've got a car," was Jeff Winger about to do something chivalrous for another human being? "I guess I can drive you there and make sure a doctor sees you; I mean, you still look kinda pale."

Annie tried to stand up. "Really, that's not…" she fell over again, but this time Jeff was there to catch her. "…it's not necessary."

They stared at each other for a moment before Jeff broke the silence. "I insist."

"I am feeling pretty dizzy."

"You could barely stand up Honey," Shirley pointed out.

"Are you sure you can manage a quick walk to this guy's car?" Britta asked.

Annie freed herself from Jeff's grasp and stumbled as she tried to walk. "I think I can." She took a few more steps before nearly falling over again.

Like the last time, Jeff caught her. "Here," he scooped her up in his arms, "I'd feel a little better knowing you got to the hospital in one piece."

Annie smiled. "My hero." Jeff carried Annie out of the restaurant.

"Shirley," Britta began, "which spell did you use to get Jeff to take her to the hospital?"

Shirley turned to Britta. "I didn't use any spell. I thought that was you."

"I think he's willingly taking her."

"Must be some ulterior motive in there somewhere."

"Or maybe we could accept the fact that he's being a true gentleman."

"Wait, do you think he recognized us from earlier?"

"Doubt it. He might've said something if he did. The man probably wasn't paying any real attention when we first met him earlier."

"There might have been a chance that he did recognize us, but didn't say anything."

"But then why would he have helped us in our fake plan?"

"Good point; and you have to give major credit to Annie for stepping up her acting game."

"I have to admit, that was convincing. Well, I suppose it's best that we meet up with Annie at the hospital."

"What about the hair?"

"I'm sure Annie can manage to get it without magic," by this point the women were outside the restaurant.

"Travel by broom?"

"You read my mind."

Britta and Shirley each made sure the coast was clear before they both whistled and called out some made up sounding word, "ROMBO!" in unison. Magically, two brooms flew over to them.

Shirley giggled. "Ooh, we've still got it." She and Britta made sure everything was safe before they mounted their brooms and flew off in broad daylight.

"Jeff!" Inside the restaurant, meanwhile, Slater had returned from the bathroom. "Oh come on, not this crap again!"

…

On the other side of town, Pierce stood outside a beautiful Victorian-like house. "Yes, this will do nicely." He looked at the bare lawn. "I'm going to need to have the girls plant a garden eventually. Yes, this place needs a garden. Oh, it could also use a few friends," he zapped his fingers and three garden gnomes appeared. "Afternoon gentlemen."

"Hey Pierce."

"How's it goin' Pierce?"

"Yo, yo, yo Pierce in the house!"

Pierce let out a small laugh. "Oh, stop it boys. Well, what do you think of the new place?"

"Excuse me," the actual owner of the house stepped outside and spoke in a British accent. "May I help you?"

"Yes, you may leave for you are trespassing on my property."

"Your property?"

"Yes, this is my house."

"The hell it is you wanker! This is my house and it has been for the past five years."

"Very well, I shall keep you on as my butler Mr…what is your name my good man with the strange accent?"

"Listen here you- it's Duncan, and I'm British- this is my house and you're trespassing on my property and if you don't leave I shall call the police."

"Alright, alright there's no need for authority figures. Why don't we go inside and discuss this like gentlemen," Pierce led Duncan inside the house for some friendly persuasion. Not even two full minutes later, Pierce stepped back outside alone. "I knew he'd see things my way." He reached for his miniature crystal ball and tried to contact the witches. "Oh girls, I've found us the perfect place to live."

A cat came over to the open doorway. "Meow!"

"Look," he turned to the crystal ball to a black cat in glasses wearing a sweater vest, "I even got us a cat; his name is Duncan."

"Change me back you crazy old loon!"

"And he talks too!"

See, look I managed to include Duncan! I was gonna add another scene but it would've been much too long so I got this little idea with Pierce and Duncan at about three in the morning and worked it in here. I also got an idea on how to work Chang and Dean Pelton in here but I don't know where to officially bring them in. Oh, and Todd's in there too!

In the movie, the witch (Jennifer) got her body by being born of fire; meaning her father decided to burn down a hotel and she went into the hotel and magically gets a new body. I'm still unclear on how she found her body- whether it was created or she stole it from a woman who died in the fire- but it didn't make sense. So I created that hair loophole in the love potion and that ruse as a first attempt to get the hair. I tweaked that spell so that if say someone else besides Jeff drank the love potion, no one would fall in love with anyone and the potion just didn't work. Yeah, I hope I didn't confuse anyone. If I did, the answer to all your questions is magic.

I know some of you are wondering when the actually title will come into play and if they do get married. My answer to that is MAGIC!

MAGIC!

See, it works as an answer to pretty much everything and often gets people to stop questioning you.

Huh, I think I'm also referencing Sabrina the Teenage Witch with the talking black cat. Ooh, and a chapter title reference to Better Homes and Garden magazine. If you catch any other references to magical movies, TV shows, or books let me know. And yeah, I'm sure at one point or another something Hocus Pocus related might sneak up in there.