“A stupid vitch who answers back”

“Must burn until her bones are black!"

      she screamed.

      "No, no!" begged the witch in the front row. The Grand High Witch went on,

      "A foolish vitch vithout a brain
      Must sizzle in the fiery flame!"

      "Save me!" cried the wretched witch in the front row. The Grand High Witch took no notice of her. She spoke again.

      "An idiotic vitch like you
      Must rrroast upon the barbecue!"

      "Forgive me, O Your Grandness!" cried the miserable culprit. "I didn't mean it!" But The Grand High Witch continued with her terrible recital.
      ”

“recital.

      "A vitch who dares to say I'm wrrrong
      Vill not be vith us very long!"

      A moment later, a stream of sparks that looked like tiny white-hot metal-filings came shooting out of The Grand High Witch's eyes and flew straight towards the one who had dared to speak. I saw the sparks striking against her and burrowing, into her and she screamed a horrible howling scream and a puff of smoke rose up around her. A smell of burning meat filled the room.
      Nobody moved. Like me, they were all watching the smoke, and when it had cleared away, the chair was empty. I caught a glimpse of something wispy-white, like a little cloud, fluttering upwards and disappearing out of the window.”

Chapter 7: Frizzled Like a Fritter