A witch hunched over her cauldron.
She heaved hunks of meat into her concoction.
Recited a verse or two as she stirred the brew with long slender fingers hooked around a wooden spoon.
She beckoned her husband (a wizard, obviously), who scuttled in from the library.
He removed his pointed hat and plonked himself down at the table.
"Oooh, it's chicken tikka masala night!" he exclaimed.