"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!"

first, then I'll back you up!" With a cool twist, Henson opened the door and

her eyes, frustrated. Love isn't a game, she

she remembered Henson teasing her about being a witch, and she

matter what, they were together again. Just thinking that Xavier was close by made her feel secure. She took out

much quicker

"Tonight's cloudy."

speechless.

planning a

was

Mars!

The next morning

heard a "knock, knock,

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

me. Hurry up and open

eye open, "It's unlocked, come

soccer ball, obviously having gone

looked at Norah,

head from within her cocoon of blankets, her face the picture of

witches are more diligent

curiously asked, "How

a house or a lair of their own. That's all

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