The harbinger sighed as he swung open the door and stepped into his house, his hood pulled up to cover his head and the two fuzzy ears that now stood atop it. This was certainly not what he had expected to have happen to him today. Earlier, he had been picking on La Signora, teasing her about not being a “real witch”… which was all fun and games until she actually did something about it, and now he was walking around with fox-like ears and a tail for who knows how long.