“Don’t you dare twitch your wings at me, Nanny!” said the Fairy Godmother, slamming her teacup onto the saucer, then putting her hand to her head dramatically as if her sister was giving her a terrible headache. “Can I please, just for once, have my tea in peace without you pestering me with all this wish-granting nonsense? Next thing you know we will be granting wishes to Anastasia and Drizella themselves!”

“Well, sister, that’s exactly what I had in mind.” Nanny laughed as she got up from the table again and slowly walked away, not bothering to turn back to look at her sister even though she was yelling behind her.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” cried the Fairy Godmother. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Nanny looked over her shoulder and smiled. “To get my magic mirror. Let’s see for ourselves why Cinderella is so worried.”

The Fairy Godmother slammed her wand down on the table, snapping it in half with an explosion of glittering sparks. “Oh, look what you made me do! What am I supposed to do now? I can’t do magic without my wand! It will take the Maker of Wands weeks to make me another,” she screeched, but her sister had already gone into the house.

When Nanny returned she found the Fairy Godmother pacing back and forth, nearly in tears. Nanny rolled her eyes. She waved her hand, effortlessly mending her sister’s wand.

“There. Good as new. Now sit down and calm yourself. Let’s see why Cinderella is so worried about her sisters.” Nanny cast her hand across the mirror. “Show us the Tremaines!”

“Sister, stop!” the Fairy Godmother protested. “I don’t want to lay eyes on those creatures. We know everything there is to know about them. Besides, I know exactly what has become of them, and they deserve their fate for what they did to my Cinderella.”

Nanny looked into her magic mirror anyway, ignoring her sister, and was shocked by what she saw. Anastasia and Drizella were in a deplorable state. The château was crumbling around them and filled with cats. They were wearing tatty white dresses, and she could hear the voice of Lady Tremaine in the background raving over everything she had lost.

“No wonder you didn’t want me to look in on them!” said Nanny, putting down the mirror. “We have to do something about this! This is horrendous! Why hasn’t Cinderella done anything to help her sisters?” Nanny was appalled.

“She’s bound by magic. I put an enchantment on the Tremaines and Cinderella so they would never meet again,” said the Fairy Godmother.