If I'd only listened to mother and left those mangy thieves behind! I hate it when she's right!

I knew that photo would come back to haunt me!

What?! What do you want?

• "Um...you seem distressed."

What? No, I'm not distressed, I'm fuming! Boiling! Down right angry!

That blasted yearbook photo has reared its ugly head again. And I do mean UGLY! I was so sure I'd destroyed all of the copies of Castings!

It's those Shulack Sugarcrooks! I locked them in the Triniel Coliseum, after that bungee jumping fiasco...I didn't realise they'd already circulated copies of Castings, and started spreading rumours about me!

You've got to help me find those books!

• Accept.
• Decline.

That photo in Castings, it's...it's hideous!

I have to find all of the copies and destroy them before anyone sees it! Quit laughing! You're not a witch, you can't even begin to grasp how dangerous a picture like this can be!

You don't have any copies of Castings, do you? Do you?!

• "Here, you can check."

Find copies of Castings, the Occult High School yearbook, and deliver them to Witchta.

Do you have them? Did you find copies of Castings?

If that picture ends up in "What Witch, Where?"...I'll...I'll have to move to the Abyss!

What have you got there? You're hiding copies from me, aren't you?!

• "Calm down! Here's what I have."

Sizzle...Floop! Well, that's done. Six more copies of Castings safely disposed of, but I know there are more out there!

Go find me those copies! If you help me, I'll reward you for your efforts. If you don't...well, I hear being a griffo is actually kind of relaxing...if you get my drift.

• "A griffo? Hmph!"

Fan-blasting-tastic! You found some!

What? Magical augmentation? No, no! I've just lost the baby fat, and...I had the flu when that photo was taken. I...I grew into my features! I would never stoop to magical augmentation! That's just so...so un-witchy.

Don't worry your pretty little head about it. But, if you find any more copies, you know where to find me.

The pesky Shulack Sugarcrooks were tormenting Witchta by circulating copies of Castings, the Occult High School yearbook.

Witchta asked you to help her obtain and destroy all of the copies, so no one would see photos of her pre-magical makeover mug. Chuckling, you did.