"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

a game, she thought, annoyed at the

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

Just thinking that Xavier was close by made her feel secure. She took out her phone and texted Xavier,

much quicker

"Tonight's cloudy."

frustrated she was speechless. Plans? Dealing someone as stubborn

planning

was

Mars!

The next morning

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

it this early?" Norah mumbled sleepily, barely

Hurry up and open the door," Henson called from

cracked one eye open, "It's unlocked, come

soccer ball, obviously having gone out for an

Norah,

cocoon of blankets, her face

"Even the witches are

"How are the witches

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

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