Boo and the Misfit Witch

                                                         The Contract                                   

               Boo sat on the floor, his tail twitching in annoyance that he had no choice but to wait in that godforsaken office. He was not a patient feline, but anyone would be upset at waiting 30 minutes for a meeting set up by the other party!  And Boo wasn't just any feline, oh no. One wouldn't know it, but Boo was a powerful witch familiar, a black cat type, to be precise. He had served all the great witches throughout their careers and was presently waiting for his latest employer to come greet him.

"Boo, darling~" The endearment was completely ruined by the voice, hoarse and scratchy with no hint of warmth. Boo turned his head to the doorway, his tail continuing to twitch to show his displeasure at being kept waiting. Before him stood La Rhatte Noire. She was your stereotypical Wicked Witch-ugly, green, warty. She was dressed in all black, her hat was pointed, and her stockings fashionably stripped orange and black.

"I am so sorry Boo honey. I was just getting the final copy of the contract for you to sign. Once I get your mark, you can start immediately." There was almost something a bit off with the way Rhatte spoke to the feline familiar, but Boo was a tad too impatient to notice.

La Rhatte placed a formal looking document and an ink pad before the black cat. Without sparing the contract a glance, Boo dipped his paw into the ink and pressed it against the bottom of the contract.

"Are you done, ok thank you~!" La Rhatte spoke briskly, quickly rolling up the document. By now, Boo was suspicious. He looked up at La Rhatte expectantly. She had said they would be starting immediately.

"You stupid cat, you aren't going to be employed to me." There was a hint of malicious triumph in the witch's voice, her eyes gleaming brightly. "You see, I needed an experienced familiar to help my daughter prepare to take over the Noire name. As you know, you are the most qualified."

Boo's tail went stock still. He had been tricked! He never worked for newbie witches! He found them to be annoying wastes of space and La Rhatte knew that. Damn witch…Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The Noire family was known for producing only the most Wicked Witches, so La Rhatte's daughter has some pedigree behind her.

"Fleure! Get in here!" La Rhatte barked, jerking the feline out of his musings. The door creaked open slowly, revealing…a pretty little girl.

"Y-yes, mother?" The young girl stuttered, obviously afraid of the green hag. Was she really related to La Rhatte? This girl, this Fleure, had clear skin, shiny brown hair, and was all around just…cute. Definitely not Wicked Witch material.

"This is Boo, you new familiar. He's going to help make you a proper Wicked Witch." With that, La Rhatte turned on her heel a left, leaving the two alone.

Boo looked at Fleure and Fleure looked at Boo, wringing her little broom in her hands nervously. He could tell right then and there that this girl was never going to be a Wicked Witch. Heck, she didn't even look mildly mean!

Boo hung his head dejectedly at the prospect of having to deal with this for the next 500 years. Damn those binding contracts! He deeply regretted not reading the fine print.

"Um…wh-what do we do now?" The girl stuttered timidly. If he had been a different sort of cat, he might have started slamming his head against a wall. There was no way this was going to work out.