It was about a week after the Jellicle ball and Bombalurina was sat alone, deep in thought. She wasn't thinking about her third name (that made her brain sore) instead her thoughts revolved around the ball and its consequences.

The last ball had been eventful to say the least, what with Macavity gate-crashing and all. He had not only tried to kidnap Deuteronomy but Demeter as well, it was the latter that worried Bombalurina the most. Demeter had always been on the nervy side but she used to be Macavity's mate so what more could you expect? She never wanted to speak of the years she was with Macavity and Bombalurina – the understanding the queen that she was – never pressured her into it. But after the ball Demeter's already fragile nerves had taken a turn for the worst.

She was jumpy, self-conscious and had become very quiet with the cats she didn't know so well. Bombalurina turned over to see Demeter herself sat chatting to Rumpleteazer. They were sat on the tyre pile enjoying the sun, Teazer's mate Mungojerrie jumped up beside them and Demeter jumped five feet into the air. Bombalurina heard Teazer scolding her mate for surprising Demeter, it was clear from the expression on his face that he didn't think he'd done anything wrong and if the truth be known – he hadn't.

The scarlet queen jumped off the ford and called over to her best friend who looked distinctly uncomfortable. Demeter came running to her side and Bombalurina gave her an affectionate hug.

"You're up early for a change." Rina smiled.

"I had a bad dream." Demeter lowered her eyes to the ground but she didn't seem to want to go into detail.

"Care to elaborate?" Bombalurina started walking and Demeter fell into step beside her.

"No." She said simply. Bomba raised an eyebrow but stayed silent.

She couldn't help getting the impression that this was not a problem that would be solved easily. They say time is the greatest healer but who wants to have to wait for years just so they can relax again? What was needed for Demeter was a quick fix. The idea came to her completely out of the blue but Bomba knew it was brilliant. Who was the most confident, out-going and self assured queen around? (Not to mention gorgeous.)

She was!

And if Demeter couldn't catch some confidence from her then where could she catch it? All she needed to do was find some way of teaching Demeter to be more confident.

Bombalurina looked down at her friend who was just now looking over her shoulder.

"What are you looking at?"

Demeter looked away immediately, "Nothing Rina I was just… looking."

Bombalurina shook her head; this was exactly what she was talking about. That confidence boost needed to come quick.

"Hay Dem say I wanted to teach someone something, a certain quality how would I go about it?"

Demeter frowned, "You mean like something you had but they didn't?"

"Exactly."

Demeter suddenly stopped dead and stared hard at her friend.

"You're not thinking what I think your thinking are you?"

Rina fluttered her eyelashes innocently, "What do you think I'm thinking sweetie?"

Demeter placed her paws on her hips. "You want Misto to teach you magic!"

Bombalurina felt relief wash over her, she smirked, "I can honestly say, you thought wrong."

How the hell did she come to that crazy assumption anyway? As she was mulling over the weirdness of her friends mind another idea hit her. Misto, he was the perfect solution! She had to go and see him straight away.

"Demeter I've got to go." She gave her friend a brief hug and ran off before Demeter had even realised she'd gone.

Bombalurina stood banging against the door to Misto's den, he couldn't not be in, he was always in! "Are you planning on hammering the door down or will you be satisfied just to dent it?"

Rina spun round to see Tugger smiling at her. Usually at this point she would do some flirting and pouting of the lips, but she was in a rush right now.

"Have you seen Misto Tugs?"

Tugger leaned against a nearby bookcase, "Maybe, maybe not."

Rina rolled her eyes; obviously he wasn't in a rush. She stood in front of him and he wrapped an arm loosely around her waist. Bombalurina leaned in close to his ear, "Have you seen Misto?"

The tom sighed, "Why are you looking for him anyway?"

"Just answer the question."

"He moved."

Bombalurina jumped back, since when did cats move dens?

"Moved?"

"That's what I said."

"Moved where?"

Tugger pointed her in the direction of the porta-loo. Bombalurina gasped, no one had made their den in the porta-loo since Deuteronomy lived with the tribe. It was the ultimate in luxury and space.

"If you ask me that fames gone to his head."

"Remind me never to ask you anything." Rina continued to stare; Tugger tried to re-engage her attention but failed miserably.

"Later Bomb." She didn't even notice him leave.

Bombalurina crept towards the porta-loo, it had fallen onto its side and the actual toilet and sink had been removed, it was just a warm and spacey box, completely weather proof, very solid and Deuteronomy had even taken the care to make the human door more suitable for cats by fixing a section so it slid back and forth.

Bombalurina cautiously slid the door backwards and peered in; the big white room was lit with an electric light and sat at the far end was Misto's sister Victoria. She was perched on a cushion and leaning on a cardboard box as though it were a desk. Tucked in against the back wall Jemima was in a similar seating arrangement.

Victoria caught site of Bombalurina peering in through the door, she shuffled some plain paper around on her desk before clearing her throat, "Welcome to Conjuring cat Inc."

Rina stepped in and slid the door across behind her; she walked to the 'desk' where Vickie was perched. Her paws making a pattering sound on the floor which (if the box was the right way up) was actually a wall. It looked as though Jemima was asleep.

Bombalurina leant against the desk, "Victoria, what is going on here?" She spread her paws out gesturing to the room.

"My brother's new office."

"Office?"

"Well since the tribe found out about his… abilities everyone's been wanting his help with something. So he expanded."

Rina whistled looking around the room, "No kidding."

Victoria shuffled the paper some more, being human size it was a bit too big for her paws. "I presume that's why you're here."

Bombalurina nodded.

"Well I'm the secretary and Jemima's his PA."

"Isn't that basically the same thing?"

Victoria frowned slightly, "I wouldn't know." She nodded over to the other wall (The ceiling) where some cushions were lined up, in front of them was a long red curtain hiding the other half of the box. "Take a seat."

Bombalurina collapsed onto one of the soft cushions and took another look round, apart from the staff she was the only one there. So why did she have to wait?

After about half an hour had passed she began to get really bored, Victoria did nothing but shuffle paper and look vacant and Jemima was still asleep. Bombalurina walked back up to the desk conscious of the pattering of her paws on the gleaming floor. "Look," She slammed a paw down on Victoria's desk making her jump, "Does Misto even know I'm here?"

Victoria looked indignant, "The conjuring cat knows everything!"

"Then he must know how irritated I'm getting waiting around like this. I mean everlasting cat the place is deserted."

Victoria yawned, "Please take a seat." She gestured back to the cushions.

"Like hell I will." Bombalurina pushed against the desk and the box toppled over on top of Victoria who squirmed to get free. She stalked over to the red curtain and pulled it over only to see Misto asleep on the floor.

Bombalurina let out an infuriated little scream and Misto woke up straight away. He stared groggily at her and rose to his paws. "Did you want to see me?" He yawned.

"No, I've just been sat out there for hours for the good of my health."

Mistoffelees looked apologetic and went to speak but Victoria charged in. She gave Bombalurina a withering look.

"I'm sorry she just ran in. There was nothing I could do!"

Misto put a paw to his head, "its okay Vicky. Send Jemima in please."

Bombalurina sank to the ground as Jemima came in with a clip board and a saucer of cream for her and Misto. "Refreshments?" She offered Bombalurina the cream and then sat in the corner with her clip board and a tube of lipstick.

"Now," Misto sat back onto a fluffy cushion, "What can Conjuring cat Inc do for you?"

Bombalurina sighed and told Misto about how she felt Demeter needed some confidence. "So say you were to cast a spell or make a potion or whatever it is you do, so you could transfer some of my confidence to her."

Misto looked at her thoughtfully then glanced at Jemima.

"Have you got that down?" The young queen nodded enthusiastically.

Bombalurina walked over to her, "What exactly are you doing anyway?"

"Taking notes."

She glanced at the clip board; on it was a single sheet of white paper filled with little squiggles made by the lipstick.

"Some notes they are. Hay," Rina peered down, "Can you please explain to me why you've drawn me looking like the female version of Bustopher Jones?" Jemima hugged the clip-board close to her chest.

"That's not the female version."

"You little-"

Misto cleared his throat loudly and Rina turned. "So… can you do anything?"

The conjuring cat winked, "I may be able to."

Just a little message to any Misto fans, i would just like to say that although you may feel Misto's living situation is a tad undignified... he likes living in the porta-loo so there! Hehe.