The witch moved a gnarled finger across the page of her dusty tome then set the grimoire back on the large table. She laughed and the two remaining frogs that used to be human looked on apprehensively. John even caught himself croaking in fright. He shut his throat and mouth and just stared at the new display of magic. The witch said out loud words of power and thrust her arm towards the window. A great wind gushed in, flapping the curtains and billowing madly around the room, making doors, shutters, and even cupboard doors clatter as if they had all taken on a life of their own and gone crazy. Then, due to a supernatural force, a frog flew from the open window, straight from outside and landed in the fist of the witch, who closed her fingers on the poor creature. Damon, whose escape, though daring, had not lasted long and was back to square on. Well, no, actually. It was worse now because the witch was of course furious at him and her eyes showed how much she wanted to make him pay.
"Practical spell, eh?" she laughed in pure happiness. "Thought you could get away, now, did you? Escape from a witch's clutches. Ha! Not on MY watch, you're not. And since you are being so ungrateful, I think a punishment is in order. I'll make you regret your froggy body and life, rest assured. You'll learn your lesson."
Damon struggled in vain. His bony limbs and weak muscles were nothing now, apart from hopping about. The witch held him by a foot and dangling like an idiot, he could only croak his despair, begging while he was upside down in a position just as ridiculous as it was very uncomfortable. The witch pronounced her spell and Damon's body commenced changing again. His two friends observed from their terrarium, as horrified as they were fascinated. What had the witch in mind?