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got it,” Miri says with a nod. “Nonwarlock.”
    “Right. But I wanted to explore my options.”
    “Then you met Dad,” I say.
    “Then I met your dad.”
    None of us speaks. We’re all thinking, And look how well that turned out. At least, that’s what I’m thinking. For all I know, they’re thinking about padded bras. Or about what ever happened to Jefferson Tyler, because how cool would it be if after all these years they met up, fell back in love, and got married?
    So cool.
    Yeah, yeah, I know she’s had a serious boyfriend for five months now—so serious she even told him our witchy secret—but still. It’s soooo romantic.
    Must find Jefferson Tyler! Maybe he’s on Mywitchbook.
    “Back to the Samsortas,” Miri says. “How did you know what to do? Did you have a tutor?”
    Mom groans. “I had to take these horrible lessons. At Charm School.”
    I laugh. “It was actually called Charm School?”
    “No, the official name was Charmori, but everyone called it that.”
    “Wow,” says Miri wistfully. “Where is the Charmori? In New York?”
    “In Switzerland.”
    “You never told us you’ve been to Switzerland,” Miri grumbles.
    “Miri, she never told us anything. She was a witch! Of course she’s been to Switzerland. She’s probably been to every country on the planet.” I refocus on the subject at hand. “Did you do any skiing?”
    Mom laughs. “I wasn’t there to ski; I was there to learn.”
    What a nerd. “Was there chocolate? I bet there was really good chocolate.”
    “Do you speak Brixta?” Miri asks. “Say something in Brixta.”
    “I doubt I remember anything,” she says.
    “Oh, come on,” I tell her. “Say ‘hello.’ You can say ‘hello.’ ”
    She closes her eyes. “Kelli. Fro ki fuma imbo oza ge kiro?”
    Shut up! I squeeze her arm. “What does that mean?”
    “Hello. Can I have another piece of chocolate?”
    See? I knew it.
    “Cool,” Miri says.
    “A waste of time, actually. I spent over a year learning Brixta. I’ve never used it again. In my opinion, the entire Samsorta ceremony is pretty useless. You don’t get any more powers or rights. It’s not like getting a driver’s license. You’re not any more of a witch. It’s just a public spectacle.”
    “So why do people do it?” I ask.
    She shrugs. “It’s a way to make yourself known in the witch world. To network with other witches.”
    We silently flip through the rest of the pictures. It might be a big waste, but she sure looks glamorous. The gorgeous dress, the thick black eyeliner, the fancy updo.
    I want to look that glamorous.
    Do I want a Samsorta?
    I want to get dressed up. I want to get my makeup and hair done and have a boy look at me adoringly. But the boy I want to look at me adoringly is Raf. And how can he possibly come to my witch party if he doesn’t know I’m a witch?
    He can’t. So really, what’s the point?
    Anyway, do I want to learn a new language and then have a weird candle zombie ritual at a cemetery on Halloween?
    Not so much.
    I look at my watch again. It’s almost twelve! If I don’t get to bed soon, I’m going to look like a zombie tomorrow. “Don’t hide these away in your secret closet,” I tell Mom, motioning to the albums. “I want to check them out again. But I need sleep. Miri, have you prepared your first-day-of-school outfit?”
    She rolls her eyes. “Unlike you, I am not obsessed with how I look. Speaking of which, did you change my comforter back to its original color?”
    “What? Gotta go!”
    “Rachel! It’s hideous!”
    What a whiner. “You won’t be able to see it in the dark.”
    “You have until tomorrow,” Miri says.
    “Or what?”
    “Or I’ll zap your shirt off and you’ll be wearing a comforter.”
    “Oooh, big talker.”
    Mom stretches her arms above her head. “Why exactly is your comforter a different color? What did your sister do?”
    “Shhh.” I kiss Miri on the forehead and my mom on the cheek. “It’s all