Miss Har—Hecate. I've left something under a cloaking spell in your potion's lab before my dismissal... extra blooms of chamomille, for fresher tea. You can use the rest if you wishes. It helps against restless sleep patterns.
She carefully looked over the note with a piqued brow, crumpled it up and swiftly appeared nearest the pond. She could hear Ethel below letting out angry croaks. Ignoring her, she grabbed the other more quiet frog with a hand and transferred the two of them to the neighboring forest.
Hecate sighed as this was much against her usual self but something about this felt right. She carefully crafted a spell and unleashed her magic ever so softly. The frog slowly evolved back into a human witch with rather feisty red hair. Without another word she put her hand forward to help her up from her knees.With the smallest of smiles she said, “Extra blooms of chamomile may be lovely, but not without you.”