"I heard Winternyte is skipping the coven meeting," whispered Nettlebraid.
"Isn't that her," responded Weberta, pointing at the frosty hat swaying through the crowd.
"I'll bet you it's her ten familiars in a cloak and hat."
"Ridiculous; you'll owe me a bag of slug warts - Oh Winternyte, over here!"
The hat wobbled over, "Mewwo?"
"Nettle thinks you're cats tonight."
"Nyo!"
"Agreed! A silly claim."
"They're not even Glamored, Webby!"