Out on the blasted heath, the flames are whipped into a frenzy by the encroaching storm.
"Mwhahahahaha!" The old hag screeches, as her tapering fingers drop more orbs of green into her over-flowing pot. Ooops! Too many apples in the water there! Best take one out, else no-one will be bobbing for anything.
Sorry! You were expecting all of that eye of newt malarkey; but that's not what you thought it was going to be anyway. And if you don't like my tableau, grab your own witch costume and create something more suitable!