Bewitched

Dating lesson number one. Think before you speak something you’ll regret.

“Who cares?”
“I care,” Edith snapped. “Our reputation was already on thin ice, and now you gave the man horns!”
Matilda folded her arms. “Well, he called me an old witch.”
“He’s not wrong. I mean, you are a witch.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t have to call me old.”
Edith sighed. “The truth does hurt. You are three hundred years old.”
“Yes,” Matilda huffed, “but I don’t look a day over thirty.”
“Still, you need to get rid of the horns.”
“Fine!”
Moments later, Matilda marched across the village and knocked sharply on Jake’s door.
He opened it, blinked, and groaned. “Oh… it’s you.”
“I’ve come to get rid of the horns,” Matilda said through clenched teeth.
Jake rubbed one polished horn with a grin. “Uh… could you leave them a few more days? The ladies are liking them.”
Matilda’s eye twitched.
“You want to keep them?” she growled.
“I mean… they’ve been great conversation starters.”
With an ear-piercing scream of annoyance, Matilda flung a handful of shimmering magical dust into his face. The spell exploded in golden sparks before she stormed away.
Back home, Edith looked up expectantly.
“Well? Did you get rid of the horns?”
Matilda smiled sweetly.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “They’re gone.”
Weeks passed.
The horns never returned.
Instead, Jake’s neighbors filed complaint after complaint. Strange snorts echoed through the walls at all hours. Loud oinks interrupted dinner conversations.
Sometimes when Jake was walking through the village he would suddenly drop to the ground and root around with his nose, causing the children to giggle.
Edith finally raised an eyebrow.
“You didn’t exactly remove the curse, did you?”
Matilda smirked.
“I removed the horns,” she replied. “I never promised he’d stop sounding like the pig he was.”