While you are busy losing yourself into your new life, that of a baby ape, you are dimly aware of someone one day descending the steps. More shuffling than anything else, in fact, because that human, male from the sound of his voice, is dragging his feet, grumbling under his breath. He sounds angry. However, your mind is incapable of deciphering the words of that human male. The tone is not a problem, and the witch taught you to obey a few simple orders and words but none are in the stranger's current vocabulary. Not so long ago, you would have understood him but now your memories as a human are so foggy that it is useless to even try to remember. The gestures and sounds your loving mommy makes are so much easier to understand! She is so nice and sweet! The best mommy in the world! If you could remember who you once were and the language of the young human adult, you'd actually feel sorry for him.
The said young human male was grumbling at having to work as a volunteer for that woman. He had cheated at school and bullied some kids he deemed less popular than him and itv was either volunteering or being expelled. He would have preferred the expulsion but of course his stupid parents had forced him to do otherwise. So now he had to work for that idiotic old woman... He had already vacuumed her house, dusted the paintings on her walls and now she asked him to sort some boxes downstairs. What a drag! Well, maybe he could steal some valuables and sell them somewhere else afterwards. He thought that it would be the only good thing to happen to him when, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard the grunts, animal noises and movements in the corner. He frowned. What was that?... He then backed away, refraining a shout. Apes! Giant apes! In a huge cage! What were those things doing here? How come that crazy old woman had those animals down here? Those animals that weren't supposed to exist? Logan was about to bold upstairs, screaming, but it was too late. His bad character had attracted a gigantic magical plant residing in a closed room adjacent to the basement. Its vegetal tentacles had opened its door and slithered stealthily towards its victim. The boy was a bad person and it loved punishing bad people. A bad little boy it would take delight in punishing before the elderly lady cast a few spells upon him to further his punishment. So it seized the naughty teen's ankles with its tentacles and pulled him towards its room, its gigantic eyeless face in the shape of a carnivorous plant grinning evilly in anticipation. The human screamed, struggled and uselessly tried to slap and pry the tentacles away. To no use as more grabbed his arms and wrapped themselves around his waist, legs and torso. Some were sticky, allowing even less chances to escape. As the boy was pulled still further into the room, another tentacle closed the door. There! Nice and alone to have fun with the mean little brat! The magical plant's leaves, head, tentacles, tongue, tentacles and vegetal pitchers were ever-so-eager to start!
As for the witch, she sipped her cup of tea contentedly. She had time for quite a few more and work on her knitting or a couple of spells before she went down to check on the fate offered to that badly-behaved youngster by her beloved magical plant. It was excellent at guessing at the character of people. A plant that was indeed a very good judge of character. It was also good at torturing bad people without an ounce of torture. She could then transform them and punish them in a more... definite manner. From the start she could see that new volunteer was just up to no good and not at all trustworthy or even nice. As such, he fully deserved to become a victim of her spells of transformation. Well, it was his fault. He had many years to reform his behavior and become a kinder person. And while her magical plant had its fun, well, she could start thinking idly about what sort of transformation that ruffian deserved.