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said faintly. “Is that—your cat?”
    “Yes,” said Lily.
    Painfully he stood up and dusted himself off. “I must be hearing things—I swear it spoke to me—its mouth moved and everything—”
    “Of course I spoke!” Demerara snapped impatiently. “You’re the witch I requested.”
    “What? What’s going on?” Caydon looked at Oz and Lily. “This is a trick, right?”
    “There’s no trick,” Oz said. “It’s—well, you see—”
    “It’s magic,” said Lily. “And apparently you’re involved.”
    “Me? I don’t know anything about magic!”
    “Haven’t you had your orders?” Demerara asked. “Oh bother, I was hoping they’d send someone more experienced.”
    “This is too weird,” Caydon said. “I think I must be dreaming—or maybe I’m ill—”
    Oz was starting to worry that they’d got the wrong person, until Demerara said, “If you weren’t dripping with magic, young man, you wouldn’t be able to hear me.”
    Caydon was bewildered. “Of course I can hear you—someone please tell me what’s going on!”
    “Look, sorry about this,” said Oz. “I didn’t believe it either, not at first. But she really does talk.”
    “You’re Oz, right? I heard your dad calling you when you moved in.”
    “Yes, and this is my sister, Lily. We’re twins.”
    “Cool,” said Caydon. “Wish I had a twin. I live with my mum and my gran—that’s our flat, with the purple door. Which one of your parents plays the violin?”
    Oz wasn’t sure he wanted to admit to this, but before he could say anything, Lily jumped in with “That’s Oz.”
    Caydon was impressed. “You’re seriously good.”
    “He’s a genius,” said Lily.
    “Shuddup.” Oz was embarrassed.
    It didn’t seem to put Caydon off. “How old are you two?”
    “Eleven,” Oz said.
    “Me too. What school are you going to in September?”
    “Sir Richard Whittington.”
    “Great,” said Caydon, “that’s where I’m going too. A lot of places round here are named after him—my gran works at the Whittington Hospital.” He turned to Lily. “Are you a genius too?”
    “No,” she said stiffly. “Oz got all the talent. I’m rubbish at everything, because I’m dyslexic.”
    “A boy in my class had that,” Caydon said. “He set fire to a shed in the playground.”
    Lily scowled at him. “You might think I’m weird, but I don’t go round setting fire to things, thank you very much. The boy in your class was probably angry because he was sick of not understanding, and not being able to make things stick in his head.”
    Her voice was fierce, and for a moment Caydon was startled. “I don’t think you’re weird.” He smiled suddenly. “But your cat is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “Her name’s Demerara,” said Lily.
    Caydon was starting to get over his shock. “Why’s she covered with glitter?”
    “It’s to make me look elegant,” Demerara said. “Now, let’s stop this chitchat and get to our appointment.”
    “Where’s this appointment, then?”
    “It’s in the MI6 building beside the river,” said Demerara.
    Caydon burst out laughing. “Yeah, right—so you’re a secret agent.”
    “Yes, but I can’t talk about my work here.” The cat’s bright green eyes glinted crossly at the “witch” from across the road. “We’ll go on the bus.”
    “Hang on,” said Oz. “We don’t know the right buses to get to MI6.”
    “Caydon does.”
    The twins looked at Caydon.
    “Matter of fact,” he said, “I do know a lot about buses. It’s a hobby of mine. My mum’s a driver on the 390.”
    “Are cats allowed on buses?” Lily asked.
    “I’ll be riding in a pet carrier,” said Demerara. “Caydon, go and get it and we’ll be off.”
    Caydon was surprised. “We do have a pet carrier—our cat died last year, but we haven’t chucked it out yet—wait there.”
    “You believe in magic now,” said Lily.
    “Since I’m talking to a cat,” Caydon said cheerfully, “I don’t