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needed something normal. Something completely mundane and human. And not at all freaky-magical-nonhuman-best-friend-ish.
    “I have to go.” I got to my feet, shaking, but steady enough. “I—I—” And then it hit me—exactly what I needed. “I’ve got a date in half an hour.”
    I spent that half an hour staring at myself in my vanity after putting on the necklace Russ gave me. The whole thing was weird, but what could I do? Russ was the most important person in my life. Like I was just going to abandon him? I knew I couldn’t live without him, and I couldn’t even help thinking that he and I could have a lot of fun with magic.
    But when I started thinking about things like all the freaky ways we could torture deputy McHale, it only made me mad at myself. I should have been having a harder time accepting this. Russ said maybe one in a thousand people could accept it. But it’s not like I could deny it. I mean, I saw with my own eyes what he did.
    The thing that had me the most upset was just that he’d kept it from me for so long. Here I thought I knew everything about him and yet he could still drop a bomb that big? Totally uncool, by the way, for him to do that to me an hour before my first date. When I was ready to speak to him again I’d be sure to let him know that.
    By the time Conor picked me up and my mom had enough pictures to fill an entire scrapbook, I’d pushed my emotions deep enough so that I was ready to have fun and blow off some steam in a completely Russ-free environment.
    . . . . .
    A couple of hours into the evening I said, “Thank you for bringing me tonight, Conor. I really needed this.”
    I’ve never been a big fan of dances, but I was having a surprisingly okay time.
    Considering.
    The decorations committee had really gone all out, making the school gym almost unrecognizable with its tacky Under The Sea theme. It was easy to get caught up in the event and forget all the stress I’d been dealing with. Even the restlessness that had been plaguing me seemed minimal so far.
    “It’s my pleasure,” Conor told me as he led us over to the punch. “Honestly, if I’d had any idea you were single all this time I would have asked you out sooner.”
    “Well, I’m glad it finally came up.”
    “And I’m just happy you’re mom finally let us out of the house. Russ was right about her and her camera.”
    I rolled my eyes. “I think she has my entire life documented in volumes separated out by months. It’s the historian in her.”
    “I also have to admit I’m relieved.” Conor handed me a glass of punch. “When I came to get you I half expected Russ to show up and knock my front teeth out or something.”
    Conor grabbed his own glass of punch and we headed for a vacant table.
    “I told you Russ and I are just friends.”
    “I know. I just had a hard time believing it. I still have a hard time believing it. I also can’t believe you said yes to a date with me . I’m not sure how I got so lucky.”
    “You’re very sweet, that’s how.” Conor held out my chair for me like a gentleman. “And fun. I really am having a wonderful time tonight.”
    Conor started to take his seat and I felt a strange sensation prickle the air around me. The hairs on my arms stood on end and I felt all tingly. Then, as Conor sat down the chair collapsed beneath him sending him crashing to the floor.
    “Conor!”
    “I’m all right.” He picked himself up off the ground and brushed himself off. “Nothing hurt but my ego. I don’t know what happened. I think that chair is missing a leg.”
    “But it seemed fine a second ago,” I said, and then realized Conor was covered in punch. “Oh, no, your tux. You’re all wet.”
    Conor shrugged a little sheepishly. “At least it’s only a rental. Would you mind if I leave you for a minute? See if I can clean up a little?”
    “Of course not. I’ll just wait right here.”
    Conor wasn’t gone thirty seconds before Russ pulled out the broken chair and