That was when he noticed, that everything that was moving was previously stopped. Without him knowing she had stopped time with just a tap of her foot. The broom, bucket, and mop began to clean the floor in a chaotic dance for dominance and she moved away from the table and to the fireplace.

     She lifted her arms up towards the fireplace and in that instance, it began to form into a brick stove with a fire that was ready to cook. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a powerful witch.

     “Now then, let's get cooking!” She lifted her right hand and an iron skillet that hung from the wall flew into her hand. The eggs from the basket followed right behind. She set the skillet on the fire and began to grab the eggs from the air that waited for her. She hummed a sweet tune, cracking the eggs and he watched the yellow insides of the white shell drop into the hot skillet.

     He decided to take a seat and think about the possibilities of befriending Joy. His very own mother was always concerned about how he ran with the local group of boys who were notorious for getting into trouble. She wanted him to find meaningful friends, especially when they were coming on their one year anniversary of moving. Fiends were heavily looked down upon for being ones who drink blood. Befriending Joy could be fruitful.

     Suddenly, footsteps descended and his attention turned. Joy finally came back down, dressed an overly large white shirt and light blue pants.

     “You did it again.” He directed his words to his mother, “You froze time!”

     “Yes I did~!” She practically sang, grabbing the spatula that flew passed Amythst's face and into her left hand.

     “You know they’ll come again if they found out! Why did you do that?” anger fueled his voice.

     “Because I can!” she laughed, “I’m an evil witch, remember?!”

     “Argh…” Joy shook his head and then looked over at the Fiend, “I hope you don’t have anything to do with this!”

     “N-No Joy! I didn’t even know she stopped time!” he stuttered, waving his hands in front of his face.

     “How in the world could you not tell…?” Joy questioned.

     “He’s not used to magic dear, don’t be hard on him.” Danse giggled and Joy rolled his eyes.

     “Blood-suckers.” He quipped, raising his hand and slightly tilting it. Three plates flew out of the cabinet and over to Danse. He turned around and stormed over to the table. Amythst’s eyes rolled over to Danse who winked at him and threw a thumbs up with her left hand. She read his mind.

     “Witches,” he thought to himself, slowly approaching the table, “They really are frightening.”