"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!"

main player. You need to set up the game plan first, then I'll back you up!" With a cool twist, Henson

eyes, frustrated. Love isn't a game, she thought, annoyed at the

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

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

much quicker

"Tonight's cloudy."

she was speechless. Plans? Dealing someone

planning

was

Mars!

The next morning

up when she heard a "knock, knock, knock"

it this early?" Norah mumbled sleepily, barely able to open

up and open the door," Henson called from

open, "It's unlocked, come

dressed in sports gear and holding a soccer ball,

Norah, "Got a

shook her head from within her cocoon of

teased, "Even the witches are more diligent than

"How

of their own.

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