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my sister anytime.”
    Frankie pulled a face. “No thanks!”
    We all laughed. Frankie’s an only child, but not for much longer! She used to moan about being an only child, but now her mum’s expecting a baby, all Frankie’s dreams are coming true.
    “What about you, Fliss?”
    “We-ell, I would make a spell for this wonderful outfit I’ve seen in Designer Fashions but…” Fliss, who had turned her favourite colour of pink, trailed off.
    “I’m going do a horse spell!” announced Lyndz. “For a horse of my own.”
    Frankie’s reply rhymed: “A horse, of course!” She gave a loud neigh, “Neeeeeeigh…” and pawed the air.
    We all fell about laughing, so Lyndz got up and did a noisy gallop round the room, jumping over our sprawled out bodies as if we were fences. Naturally Frankie had to raise the stakes by sticking her bottom in the air even higher.
    “And it’s Lyndsey Collins on Merrylegs, coming up to the final fence,” Lyndz announced, pretending to rear at the sight of Frankie’s bottom stuck up in the air.
    Suddenly ‘Merrylegs’ threw back her head, snorted and took a running gallop at Frankie.
    “YES!!!” we cheered as she sailed through the air.
    “Neeeeeeigh!” ‘Merrylegs’ whinnied as she bashed into Frankie’s bum.
    “Watch out for the other riders!” I yelled.
    “Aaargh!” We ended up in a heap in the middle of the room, rolling about and kicking like stallions.
    It was well funny. But it couldn’t make me forget that Merlin was still missing. It couldn’t stop me worrying about him, and it couldn’t stop me thinking about what I had to do.
    “I’m gonna put a spell on Molly the Monster,” I announced at last.
    “Yay!” cheered Frankie.
    “You can’t wish hurt on another,” Fusspot Fliss reminded me.
    “Who said I would?” I mumbled rather feebly.
    “Fliss, we have to stop Molly from ruining our sleepovers,” said Frankie. “What kind of a spell are you going to put on her, Kenny?”
    “A Love Potion.”
    “A Love Potion?!” My mates all gawped.
    “Yeah,” I grinned. “For my dear sister Molly to fancy someone like mad.”
    Fliss, the one who loves lurrve so much she even marries her toys, was dead excited. “Who? Who will Molly fancy?”
    “Are you sure you want to know?” I teased her.
    Fliss thwacked me. And she was so keen to know my secret, she even forgot to be afraid of spells.
    “Emma Hughes’ cousin,” I said. “Robin Hughes, the nerd.”

Payback time! Just you wait, Molly McKenzie!
    In order to make a spell for Molly, I had to gather as many bits of her as possible. Altogether I needed:
    1. Nail clippings
    2. Strand of hair
    3. A shred of fluff
    4. Red wax candle
    5. Nail (the other kind of nail)
    6. A teaspoon of rainwater
    7. A fingerprint from subject’s ‘love object’
    With a bit of know-how, it wouldn’t be too hard to get a nail clipping or a hair or two. Trouble was, how was I supposed to get a fingerprint from Molly’s ‘love object’?
    There had to be a way.
    I thought and thought about it the whole of Sunday. I thought about it as I searched and searched for Merlin (and didn’t find him). I thought about it as I scarfed down roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and a double helping of apple crumble. And I thought about it in bed. But, all I could think of was kidnapping Robin Hughes, and I didn’t fancy that. I mean, what would we do with him, when we got him?
    Then, just as I was about to fall asleep, it came to me! An idea so coo-ell, so ace and top, I nearly jumped out of bed.
    At school on Monday, I told Frankie about my brainwave.
    “Brillo!” Frankie gave me a high five. “Kenny, you’re a star.”
    “You said it,” I beamed. Frankie catches on quickly.
    At break the two of us put the first part of the ‘Love Potion Plan’ into action. It relied on the M&Ms’ love of meddling, so no problem there! But it also meant following the horrible pair, known as the Goblin and the Queen, into the girls’ toilets at