Damon kept thinking how much better his life felt now that his stepfather Lamont was gone from it. This made his new life as a little green frog much, much easier to accept. The idea of being away from this wicked person certainly compensated nourishing himself with bugs and other insects. And as a frog, they did not taste that bad. And truth be told, hopping was rather fun. Like he was upon a constant trampoline or something. As an owner, Circe was a good mistress, rewarding him decently. Sometimes, he could even stay on the table upon which she prepared all her potions and powders. It was fun to watch! And very mysterious...
But for now, Circe was reading upon her throne. Her reading session was brutally interrupted, though, thanks to the arrival of the infamous stepfather. He burst through the doors of her castle and with no preamble started to express his grievances.
"You! You are the one that knows where that stupid kid is! I know it! People saw him walking towards your house!" he shouted with force, pointing a finger at her.
Circe simply looked at him, but by all the gods was he annoying. She'd have fun transforming him, that one...
"Sounds like you do not like him. Why would you want him back?"
"Because his mother misses him! Do you think I care?" he shouted in return.
"And you do not?" she asked innocently.
"What are you, a social worker?" he snapped. "You're just a delusional witch!"
But before he could listen to Circe, the fool continued.
"Though I thought all witch were ugly old hags. You're not ugly. You're kinda hot, actually. You got curves. And... Nice boobs!"
Angered, Circe's eyes flashed red and a fierce wind blew her hair and clothes.
"Enough!" she yelled. "You are a vile man, Lamont! So as punishment you will know your life as you have treated others, most notably women!"
The sorceress blasted her magic at Lamont, giving him what he completely deserved. She laughed, knowing that watching him adjust would be very entertaining. He'd fit fine in her gardens with what she was making of him.