Derek watched his mother as she paced back and forth the kitchen, with her hands on her waist.

"Mum, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." He said for the umpteenth time since they had left his little witch's room.

"That's your problem. Why weren't you thinking?" She asked, taking a moment to stop her marathon pacing.

"I...we..." He was stuttering now, not knowing how to speak out on how it had happened to his mother. He actually felt embarrassed.

"I didn't teach you to ...