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instantly know what it was that he’d created for me.
“It
is To-Do the Troll.”
    Cute. It had a name only a mother could love. “To-Do?” Of course: I’d said I needed a witch version of a PDA, so naturally Samuel instantly thought Troll doll. Geeks. Sigh.
    He blinked at me, apparently thrown by my lack of enthusiasm for all things Troll. “To keep track of all your tests, dates, papers, practices—you know,” he explained. “Like a to-do list, only bossier.”
    “Bossier?” I looked at the Troll doll again. Sure, it lookedgrumpy and mean. But bossy? Was it going to whip me with its long blue hair?
    Samuel grinned and crossed his arms, watching me for a minute, as if he thought I’d figure it out. Finally, he sighed and uncrossed his arms. “Tap it.”
    “Tap it?” It seemed like a harmless request—to someone who didn’t know that Samuel invented things like incredible tingling bracelets and rings that buzzed when you acted like a mortal. Of course, those things had come in handy in my first few months at Agatha’s, when I wasn’t sure I could cut it as a student—or a witch.
    He sighed again, a long, gusty, fringie-frustration sigh. “Tap it, Pru.” Samuel was generally patient. But much less so when he had a new invention to show off.
    I tapped the Troll doll gingerly and hastily withdrew my finger in case it began to smoke or spark.
    The doll, balanced on my thigh, bent over at the waist and then straightened up sharply, flipping its long blue hair to the back. It smoothed down the hair with pudgy Troll fingers as it looked at me. “Hello, Prudence. What may I add to the list for you today?” The voice was cultured, a deep baritone that couldn’t have been more wrong for the grumpy-looking doll.
    I looked at Samuel. “You decided to give a Troll doll the voice of an English butler?”
    “Makes a nice contrast, doesn’t it?” He smiled and didn’toffer to change the voice for me. Very un-Samuel of him.
    “So tell him your list.”
    The doll—To-Do—waited patiently, blinking his big eyes at me and running his hands down his hair as if to tame the thready blue mess. Waste of time, but what else did he have to do?
    You know what they say about doing Roman stuff when you’re in Rome? When it comes to fringie geeks, it’s exactly the same. I stopped fighting the inevitable. Samuel’s gizmos usually came with a twist, but they worked for me. “My list? How about ‘win Nationals’?”
    Samuel said, “Say, ‘Win National Cheerleading Championship.’”
    I repeated dutifully, “Win National Cheerleading Championship.”
    To-Do blinked and repeated, “Item #1: Win National Cheerleading Championship. Priority level?”
    Priority level? “Critical.”
    To-Do growled and blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
    Samuel whispered, “It will be high, medium, or low.”
    I looked at him, still not totally getting this new invention he’d given me. “That’s unimaginative of you.” Okay, so I was being unfair to someone who had made me a talking butler to keep track of my to-do list. But he’d made him look like a Troll doll!
    “May I have the priority level of Item #1 again, please?”
    “Pretty darn high, I’d say.” I thought about how hard it had been to sacrifice Angelo to Tara. I wouldn’t do that for any medium-level priority, I was sure of that.
    “I beg your pardon?”
    Samuel sighed. “Just say high. Nothing else. Okay? I didn’t have time to make him understand generalizations.”
    “Well, okay then.” I rolled my eyes at the doll standing there waiting for me to speak. “High.”
    “Thank you. Item #1. Win National Cheerleading Championship. High priority. Action Step #1, please?”
    I looked at Samuel. He said, “What’s the first step toward winning Nationals?”
    Duh. The Troll was really throwing me off my game. “Practice like mortals.”
    After I’d outlined seven action steps to winning Nationals (practice like mortals, write a killer routine, fund-raise the