"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!"

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

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

and she couldn't help but laugh and cry

No matter what, they were together again. Just thinking that Xavier was close by

much

"Tonight's cloudy."

was speechless. Plans?

than planning a

was

Mars!

The next morning

when she heard a "knock, knock, knock" at the

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

open the door,"

cracked one eye open, "It's

gear and holding a soccer ball, obviously having gone

Norah,

shook her head from within her cocoon of blankets,

witches are more diligent than

curiously asked, "How are the witches

a house or a lair of their own. That's all their own hard work, isn't it?" Norah burst into

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