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hotness.) “Where did you hide?”
    “In the bathtub. But I would suggest to you not to look there, and you wouldn’t. See? I always wondered what was different about me, and now I know. And anyway, I’ve had some time to let the news sink in. Mom and I talked about this all last night and today.”
    Excuse me? “You knew this since yesterday ? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” I heard them talking, but I thought they were discussing pollution or something, not anything important .
    My mom puts her arm around Miri. “I wanted to see how she felt. And emphasize that she’s not allowed to use any magic at all, until she’s fully trained.”
    She said that will take at least a year! Reading my mind ( really reading my mind?), my mom gives me a serious look. “I didn’t want anyone to tell her otherwise.”
    “But . . . you zapped me up new shoes,” I say feebly.
    “I did that when you called to ask if you could go for pizza, before I knew the rules,” Miri admits. “I wasn’t sure it would really work. Mom said you were excited that you were invited, and I thought I’d give you something to show off.”
    I guess that’s why I didn’t notice them all day. They only appeared on my feet after French class.
    “Miri didn’t tell me what she had done,” my mom clarifies. “So when you called back to thank me, I couldn’t have you run around the city in magic shoes. What if they disappeared and left you barefoot in the restaurant, or on your way home? The sidewalks are cold.” Then she shook her head at Miri. “I knew we needed to talk.”
    Miri picks up a sneaker and squeezes it like an orange. “Seems fine.”
    “Still,” my mom reminds Miri and me for the hundredth time, “no more magic until you’ve finished your training.”
    She can remind me five zillion times. There is no chance I’m waiting 365 days to test out Miri’s magic! Obviously, I’ll have to have a word with my sister in private. My stomach grumbles. “So conjuring up cup-cakes from Magnolia Bakery is out, too?” They’re delicious.
    “No Magnolia Bakery,” my mother says, exasperated.
    “But they don’t deliver!”
    Miri is shaking her head in disbelief.
    I narrow my eyes. “If she starts suggesting to me that we switch rooms, that’s completely unfair. I’m older and I’m entitled to the bigger one.”
    My mother and Miri sigh in harmony.
    “Good thing Miri is the one with the powers,” my obnoxious mother says.

    So now it’s three in the morning, and I can’t fall asleep. I keep flipping my pillow over, trying to find the cold side, but both feel like chairs that have just been sat on.
    I prop myself up on my elbows and stare at the pyramid-shaped reading lamp on my night table.
    Reading lamp . . . turn on!
    Nada.
    Reading lamp . . . make it light! I wiggle my fingers at it.
    Stupid lamp.
    I know the witch stuff sounds insane, and I wouldn’t blame anyone for not believing me. If it weren’t my own crazy family, I wouldn’t buy it either.
    But . . . it is my family. And the more it sinks in, the cooler it is. With Miri’s help, I can have movie stars on my speed dial. A Jacuzzi in my closet. A boyfriend. She’ll zap my room clean. (Who needs a robot?) Give me bionic hearing. Poof me up a new wardrobe. The possibilities are endless. Endless!
    And I’m not waiting a year. Nice try, Mom. I got Miri to watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy with me four times in a row during my Tolkien phase; surely I can convince her to whip me up a spell or two. Where to begin?
    Hmm.
    Watching them fly around on Halloween will be nerve-wracking. But this is the most kissed-by-a-prince/ win-the-lottery/so-amazing-it’s-unbelievable type of thing that has ever happened to me.
    Ahhh . I lie down and pull the covers over my head. Then, for the first time, realization washes over me.
    It’s not the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. It’s the most amazing thing that has ever happened to . . . Miri.
    Witchcraft, an ability