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Author: Sweetwitchbitch2003
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Buffy is property of Mr Whedon and his ickle minions. Wolfram and Hart needn't bother suing 'cause I don't make (or have) any money (yes, I'm still poor. Please send me feedback, it doesn't feed me but at least it stops the craving).

A windswept moor.

[Curtain opens. Three very wet and bedraggled WITCHES enter and gather around a cauldron. Cue thunder and lightning.]

First Witch (cackling): When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning or in rain?

Second Witch: Couldn't we just meet inside?

First Witch: That's not the point. The foul weather's supposed to be for atmospheric effect.

Second Witch (whining): But we could do the spell indoors. My hair's going all funny in this stupid Scottish weather - I don't want to get split ends like you two!

[The First Witch glares.]

First Witch: I do not have split ends!

Second Witch: Do too!

First Witch: Do not! And even so, at least I can cackle properly!

Second Witch: Hey! I was cackling in a dark-arts manner long before you were even created, you stupid little ball of energy!

[Third Witch rolls her eyes as the pair continue to bicker.]

Third Witch: GUYS! Can w-we please just get this done?

[Muttered sulky 'sorry's from other two Witches.]

Third Witch: I have seen the morrow's stars
Freely do they smile upon our grace.
We'll meet again at sunset;
Same time, same place.

First Witch: Ah, man, I've got math homework to do.

All: Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[They vanish in mist]

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