"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!"

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

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

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

and walked to the balcony, sighing deeply. Her eyes sparkled with hope. No matter what, they were together again. Just thinking that Xavier was close by made her

responded much quicker

"Tonight's cloudy."

frustrated she was speechless. Plans? Dealing someone as stubborn

planning

was

Mars!

The next morning

up when she heard a "knock,

early?" Norah mumbled

open the door," Henson called from

open,

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

looked at Norah, "Got

within her cocoon of blankets, her face the picture of

witches are

curiously asked, "How

own. That's all their own hard work, isn't it?" Norah burst into

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