In one timeline, the Tremaines

In the chateau, lived three women, one internally fuming, one suffering with self-loathing and one whose arrogance showed no bounds, ever since their maid had left to get married, they lived alone and the matriarch ordered her childen to do all the chores, since she couldn't afford (couldn't be bothered) to otherwise, it had six months since the wedding and unbeknownst to the three, their fortunes were about to (possibly) change.

"Are you sure?" "Yes mother, we are about to run out of food, we need to sell something very soon, or we will starve." "Damn it," The eldest woman muttered under her breath, "I knew this would happen, but how soon I was unaware of unfortunately, no matter, Anastasia, Drizella," both of them looked at their mother in slight fear of what she was about to tell them to do, "Go around the chateau and find anything that we could sell that is not our jewelery." "Yes mother, on it mother." "Ok mother, I'll get to work." Anastasia hurried around the house trying to do the work as best as she could, whilst Drizella looked around bored, picked up some random items and was about to take a lie down from the "hard" work she doing, when she heard a light clatter behind her and she saw a thin, flat teapot like item and she picked it up and walke bak to Anastasia had finished her rummage.

"We might be slightly lucky, if that," Lady Tremaine spoke as she looked at Anastasia's collection, "But we might get a good amount of money for that." She pointed at the teapot, "Clean it up and sell it at the next market." "Do I have to touch something that dirty?" Drizella grumbled whilst Anastasia picked up a cloth and rubbed the lamp to which it seemed to burn her hands and a plume of smoke came out of the tip.