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thought I would give it a try. It’s for Branna.”
    â€œIzzie, Branna is only sixteen. Even if this worked, don’t you think it’s a little early to try for eternal love?”
    â€œWhy? Juliet was only fourteen. Lots of kids fall in love in high school and end up getting married forever.”
    â€œBut are they happily married? Sixteen seems awfully young. And look what happened to Juliet.”
    â€œBranna isn’t silly like that. She won’t change her mind.”
    â€œOh, really?” asked Mom. “And what about you? If you think a love potion is such a great idea, then why haven’t you tried to make one for you and Mark? He’s a nice boy, and you love him, don’t you?”
    I spluttered for a second. Mom really knew how to push my buttons. “Mom, Mark and I don’t need a love potion. We’re doing just fine without one.”
    â€œIt’s not because you want to have more time to decide, for the rest of your life? You don’t have any teeny, tiny little doubts about whether Mark is the one you will love until the day you die?” There was a flash of pain on her face as she said this, and it made me hesitate.
    â€œMaybe I will do a love potion for me and Mark some-time,” I said.
    â€œWith that recipe? I won’t worry about it, then,” said Mom. “Even if you had magic, I don’t know that you could make it work. You’re never going to be a witch, Izzie.”
    â€œFine,” I said, not looking at her. Why did she have to remind me of something so painful? I didn’t remember the magical test I’d taken when I was five, but she had told me about it a hundred times. I didn’t have magic. I had to live with that for the rest of my life.
    â€œHave you asked Branna about this potion you’re making for her?” asked Mom.
    â€œNot exactly,” I said.
    â€œWhat about Mark? Doesn’t he know Branna pretty well? Maybe you should ask his opinion of what she’d want.”
    â€œMom, I still haven’t told Mark about magic.”
    â€œHmm,” said Mom, sounding critical.
    â€œI’m just not ready yet. I haven’t found the right moment,” I said.
    Mom shook her head and started cleaning up the dishes that I had used to make the Internet love potion. She handed me a dishcloth to wipe off the counter. “Don’t misunderstand me, Izzie. I like Mark. I just don’t think you two are the right fit. He seems … well, too steady for you. I’d think you’d be more interested in flash and adventure.”
    â€œFlash? Mark is plenty flashy,” I said. She should see him on the basketball court. “And I would have thought you’d have had enough of adventure from Dad.” It came out hotly, and I knew as soon as I’d said it that it was the wrong thing. But I couldn’t take it back.
    â€œAdventure is for the young,” said Mom, and left the rest of the dishes in the sink for me to finish up.
    After that, I figured telling her about Mel Melot and his wine bottle and the ineffective defense potion would have to wait for another day. Right now, I needed to find a way to give the real love philtre to Branna and the guy she was in love with. Whoever he was.

Chapter 4
    T he next morning, Branna was at the bus stop, which is between our two houses. She was wearing her tight jeans, which show off how buff she is. She also had on a shirt with pink sequins that I coaxed her into buying a few weeks ago. Just because she’s as strong as a guy doesn’t mean she has to dress like one.
    â€œAre you and Mark going to the homecoming game this weekend?” she asked me as we found seats in the back of the bus.
    â€œYeah. You want to come?” Branna usually doesn’t like football games, partly because she doesn’t like to be around Mark’s whole posse. She’s shy enough that she’d rather be with a smaller group.
    But if she