Christmas Special (Part Two)

"Finished?" Bayonetta asked.

An extremely old film was playing on the living room television. Salomon could tell at a glance that these were all films the Witches liked, because whether it was Roman Holiday, Breakfast at Tiffany's, or War and Peace, the leading lady was Audrey Hepburn. In a sense, the Witches learned modern fashion through old films. Unlike the postmodern trend toward minimalism, they preferred elaborate, elegant attire. Against the backdrop of their beauty, it did not look old-fashioned at all, but rather utterly captivating. Salomon could guarantee that the Hollywood elegance of the previous century the Witches possessed would never go out of style.

This made Wanda somewhat uncomfortable. She had not expected anyone's taste to be even older than hers. Still, the Witches had agreed to her suggestion of watching seventies family sitcoms, which were quite novel to them.

"Yes, just a small matter." Salomon squeezed in and sat between Bayonetta and Jeanne.

Dinah dimmed the living room lights at just the right time so her master could immerse himself in the world of the film. More importantly, she did so to conceal Constantine in the darkness. After all, a big golden man could attract a guest's attention no matter where he stood, and that was hardly proper hospitality. The floors in this apartment were much thicker than those in other apartments. During the time the Witches and Salomon had lived at the estate in Oxfordshire, the walls and floors of the Witch Apartment had been renovated. A layer of alloy plating had been installed within them, enough to withstand artillery fire. That was why Constantine could walk around the apartment in Power Armor instead of stomping through the floor and falling into the flat below.

"Is that buttered popcorn? Do you have chocolate?"

"My master, the