"So... your mom's a witch, and you're a witch in training, and the were-pony spell is a pony transformation spell gone wrong?" Jeri asked. The two witches nodded.
"uuhhh... Yeah, Keep up." Charles snark-ed. Jeri rolled his eyes in response.
Everyone was sitting in the witch's living room, it was a surprisingly modern house, having TV's and other such things a normal house would have. And the witch was no warty old hag. She... looked pretty normal, to be honest.
"So... cure?" Jeri asked.
"Oh, I never made one." The young witch (named Stella) said.
"Why?!" Jeri asked, exasperated. "I think that would be the first thing I did after making a spell like that."
"I thought I taught you better." The mother witch harrumphed.
"The spell didn't work, so I never saw a need." Stella said.
"Then why did you post it online?" Charles asked.
"I thought a brony would find it and love it." Stella shrugged. Jeri face-palmed.
"I can't believe this." He sighed. "Whatever, how long will it take for you to make a cure?"
"Too long." She said. "The full moon'll be up long before I can come up with it. But you two can stay here while I work on it."
"Oh, Jeri has a thing on full moons." Charles said. Stella raised an eyebrow at him. "We kinda got caught by some little girl mlp fans, and they kidnapped him. He made up a lie that he was from Equestria. Now he visits them once a month." Stella giggled at the story.
"You got overpowered by little girls?" She snickered. "And you go hang out with them?"
"Shut up!" Jeri exclaimed, crossing his arms and turning away.
"So you go hang out with some middle-schoolers-" Charles motioned for the door to the witches house.
"Says the one who cursed themselves to turn into a cartoon character on purpose." Jeri said coldly. Charles held up a finger to say something, but stopped himself and said only,
"Touche'."