All was quiet, for the most part. Granny's snoring was audible, but thankfully doing no damage.

Magica's door was cracked open a smidgen. She was having trouble sleeping, so she decided to occupy her time with brewing. Going through the motions would tire her out eventually.

At the moment she was using a long wooden spoon to slowly stir the contents of the cauldron which illuminated her in a forest green light.