After school they reported to the house and antique shop of old Mrs. Smillwallow,by whose garbage Rick had found the wand.The shop seemed deserted,but Mrs. Smillwallow's voice called them into the back room.
Mrs. Smillwallow had always struck them as a nondescript,ineffectual old biddy,but now that they knew that she regarded such powerful wands as not worth keeping,they were shaking as they entered her office.And seeing a panicked Viola,shrunken to 18 inches in height and trapped in a bell jar,didn't set their minds at ease one bit.
"Well,well.So you're the ones who took my castoff wand before this girl got it...she proved no trouble at all when it ran out of juice."
"Uh...Rick's the one who found it",Jim said.
"I know the details,young man,scrying the recent past is trivial.But you both used it."
Jim gulped and lowered his gaze.
"I want your attention,young man.Look at me." With that Mrs. Smillwallow changed form,from a mousy-brown-haired sixtyish,petite woman to one seeming in her twenties,with long,flame-colored tresses...and once she saw it was necessary to hold Jim's gaze,remarkably large breasts beneath a clingy gown.They both realized she was likely far older than sixty,let alone twenty."I shouldn't have tossed that little wand while it had any charge at all left in it",she said."But I still hold you responsible for that trivial meddling."
Rick and Jim both nodded mutely,drooling over her now-delectable form.
"I can make myself absolutely hideous if I think that's called for",she said."I expect your respect!"
They nodded.
She said,"I have decided on what to do with you...
Fri Dec 31 13:31:57 1999