The witch smiled to herself. The girl was taken care of. Good. Now, to the boy. He had chosen to lie down on the table. The fool. He would not sleep well. So the witch opened the door leading to her pets and animals and relics a creak and completely silently cast a sleep spell on the young man. Thomas, who had felt as if he could not (rather understandably) sleep a wink, was suddenly thrown into a very deep sleep. He was not even aware of what happened.
The witch smiled widely now. Nothing was going to arouse this man for a few hours. Not a bomb, even. She felt prideful at her own talents, perhaps rightfully so. She crept down the stairs, quite happy with herself. Especially because now the fun part was going to happen. Humans were perfect material to transform. Volatile enough to be altered, whether in body or mind. Although transforming the mind was more difficult to manage. But she now had a superb specimen to transform. She clapped her hands in glee and giggled in pure joy. What could she change him into? And should she keep him as a pet or sell him to another? Many would pay her handsomely for a custom-made creature. The same went with the girl now regressed to a toddler, actually. From a toddler she could be transformed into many things. And kept. Or sold. The witch did not intend to let them both go. She pondered a bit more, as Thomas snore, unaware of his fate about to take a drastic turn. The witch then grinned widely. Yes! She knew what to change him into!