"Uh-huh!" Norah nodded, "He's got another name, Xavier. He used to be a mercenary and fought alongside Estelle. I just found out he's actually Grandpa Hanson's son." Henson's eyes sparkled with admiration, "I knew there was something special about him. He's Estelle's comrade in arms!"

Norah chuckled, "Mention Estelle, and your eyes light up!"

"Well, that's all the more reason I should help you!" Henson declared.

"How can you help me?"

"What's your plan for winning him over?"

"I don't have one."

Henson frowned, "How can you expect to succeed without a plan?"

Norah defended herself, "Love is subjective. It has nothing to do with having a plan!"

"How can you say it doesn't matter? How did Estelle end up with Jonathan?"

Norah fell silent, her eyes wide.

"Think it over!" Henson stood up, "I'm off to play some video games."

Norah pouted, hugging a cushion, "But you said you'd help me!"

the game plan first, then I'll back you up!" With a

a game, she thought, annoyed at

about being a witch, and she couldn't help but laugh and cry at

sighing deeply. Her eyes sparkled with hope. No matter what, they were together again. Just thinking that Xavier was close by made her feel secure. She took out her phone and texted Xavier, "Come up

much quicker this

"Tonight's cloudy."

so frustrated she was speechless. Plans?

planning a

was

Mars!

The next morning

when she heard

is it this early?" Norah mumbled sleepily, barely

open the door," Henson called

open,

entered, dressed in sports gear and holding a soccer ball, obviously having gone

Norah, "Got a plan

her head from within her cocoon of blankets, her face

witches are

curiously asked, "How are

serious, "Look at them, every one of them has a house or a lair of their own. That's all their

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