Author: Sweetwitchbitch2003 A windswept moor. [Curtain opens. Three very wet and bedraggled WITCHES enter and gather around a cauldron. Cue thunder and lightning.] First Witch (cackling): When shall we three meet again, Second Witch: Couldn't we just meet inside? First Witch: That's not the point. The foul weather's supposed to be for atmospheric effect. Second Witch (whining): But we could do the spell indoors. My hair's going all funny in this stupid Scottish weather - I don't want to get split ends like you two! [The First Witch glares.] First Witch: I do not have split ends! Second Witch: Do too! First Witch: Do not! And even so, at least I can cackle properly! Second Witch: Hey! I was cackling in a dark-arts manner long before you were even created, you stupid little ball of energy! [Third Witch rolls her eyes as the pair continue to bicker.] Third Witch: GUYS! Can w-we please just get this done? [Muttered sulky 'sorry's from other two Witches.] Third Witch: I have seen the morrow's stars First Witch: Ah, man, I've got math homework to do. All: Fair is foul, and foul is fair; [They vanish in mist] |