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"I'm gonna go get dressed." Sonny says, shaking her head. "I mean, what does my Mom think we were going to do?" She laughs and he raises and eyebrow. "Oh!" Chad laughs at her reddening cheeks.

"Go get dressed. I'll get the dinner out of the oven."

"Thanks," she says, though she's not very hungry anymore. She puts on a green top, black leggings, and sequined boots. She picks at her food, and Chad sighs.

"You need to eat." Sonny frowns.

"You eat." She says, indignantly.

"I am." Sonny looks at his almost empty plate, and sighs again.

"It's really good...I just can't..I mean-"

"Sonny," he says. "Don't worry about it."

"About what?"

"The food, Sonny! The food. Okay. We aren't getting anywhere. Let's watch the Falls."

"Uh, no. I'm not that desperate." She looks at his face. "Sorry," she says sheepishly, ducking her head.

"That's okay, Sonny." He says, worrying. "I'm just worried, you know?"

"I know. I'm fine."

"But you're not."

"I'm calling your Mom. You need her."

"Oh, don't call her!" She moaned. "She'll just worry like you. I don't need babying, Chad, I need to grieve and rest. So shush and switch on the TV, please."

Chad did so, nodding. "Right," he muttered, saddened by Sonny's grief. Sonny steals a sideways glance at him.


"Yes," He says, looking over at her.

"Could you do me a favor?"

"Another one?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yes," she replies, sounding faintly irritated. "Another one. Now," she continued, brushing some hair out of her eyes. "You have two choices. Come along with me, or stay here and stand guard."


"Well. I'm going to the Witches' Council,"

"I'll drive you," he offers. Sonny frowns.

"You can't drive!"

"Well, how do I get there?"

"You don't. You're a mortal. I just twitch my nose." Sonny takes his hand, and scrunches up her nose. Then she starts to cry. "Only I can't, because I'm as useless as you now!" Sonny cries, in dismay. Chad frowns but rolls with the punches.

"Can't we get a relative to take you?" Sonny contemplates, and sighs.

"One, maybe. Auntie Maggie."

"Okay. How do you contact her?"

"Aunt Maggie! Auntie Maggie, are you there?" Sonny yells softly. There is a puff of smoke and Chad chokes, coughing and spluttering.

"Sorry, dear." A young woman says, looking stricken. "Don't you know how to not breathe in the fumes? My goodness, Sonny, you've got a bad warlock here."

"He's not a warlock," she explains, apologetic. "He's a mortal."

"Good lord, why didn't you say!"

"Aunt Maggie, it's fine. He knows."

"Well, he shouldn't! Where's your mother? I'd like to send my condolences. And to you, my dear. You must feel so melancholy."

"Yes, I do." She pauses. "I actually wanted a favour from you."

"Yes? Anything, darling!" Sonny brightens.

"Witches honour?" Aunt Maggie shakes her head, but nods.

"Witches honour!"

"Great! Right, Chad, I'll see you in an hour."

"No! Take me with you."

"Fine," she rolls her eyes.

"Where?" Maggie asks, her eyes narrowed.

"The Witches Council!"

"Oh, no no no!" Sonny pouts this time.

"A witch can never go back on her words! You drummed that into me!"

"Yes, and I don't lie to my Auntie, Sonny. Goodness, can't you be a good little witch?"

"Nope. I have no powers." Aunt Maggie's jaw drops.

"No!" She gasps. Sonny nods glumly.


"In that case," Aunt Maggie grumbles. "We're off to the Witches Council!" And in a puff of smoke, Maggie and Sonny disappear, leaving a very confused Chad in the dust.

An hour later, Sonny stood on the stand. "I'm Sonny Monroe. I'm a 16 year old witch who has just lost her granny thanks to this facist torture chamber, and it's not fair!" She screams. Aunt Maggie is horrified, but she cannot do anything. "Give me my powers back, you evil people! I hope you all rot in-"

"Sonny Monroe, you'd better not finish that sentence." Sonny's mother stands in the audience, flushed with embarrassment. She's livid. "You are going to get off of that stand and explain everything to your mother! Pronto!" Sonny makes a gesture to Aunt Maggie, telling her to leave. "Maggie, you are going to explain to me too. Excuse me, council." Connie drags her sister and daughter alike into the corridor.

"Mom, I'm sorry-"

"No, Sonny. You're a child. I'm very angry at you, and I'm so disappointed. I've always been so proud of you until this moment. Screaming at them! God, you've just ruined us!" She glares at her daughter, breathing heavily. "But as for you, Maggie, I can't even look at you." She shakes with anger and fear. "You're supposed to be Sonny's aunt! You're supposed to protect her! You know what happened last time we were here-"

"What?" Sonny cuts in. "What happened?"

"Sonny, shut up. I know I don't shout at you but I am so angry right now, I don't know what I'll do. You're grounded! More than grounded, young lady. If you ever pull a stunt like this, you're off of So Random. I promise you, Sonny. I have a good mind to do it right now, but I could never hurt you like this." Connie breaks down, crying. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Sonny, I don't mean it! I was just terrified when I heard you were here, I was terrified you'd get yourself killed," she admits.

"Mama, I'm so sorry." Sonny cries. "I won't do this again." Connie shakes her head.

"It's too late, Son. You have to go on trial."