"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

Love isn't a game, she thought, annoyed at the gaming

being a witch, and she couldn't help

thinking that Xavier was close by made her feel secure. She took out her phone

responded much

"Tonight's cloudy."

so frustrated she was speechless. Plans? Dealing

than planning a

was

Mars!

The next morning

heard a "knock,

Norah mumbled sleepily, barely able

open the door," Henson called from

eye open, "It's

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

Norah, "Got a

head from within her cocoon of blankets, her face the

the witches are more

curiously asked, "How are

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

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