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gently.
    Claire walked around the kitchen in a slow circle, her hands on her hips and her head tilted back.
    “Methinks we will have to put this one in the brewing vats,” she said. “And if Head Witch Arianna can’t help us, then we shall take matters into our own hands. But for the meantime, we shall boycott Fluffy.”
    “Agreed,” said Luna.
    “Let’s keep the boycott a secret from Justin. Because I think he likes old Fluff.”
    “Agreed,” said Luna.
    And they hooked pinkies on it.

3
The Pinkie-Spell Anti-Pulverizing Love Powder
    “H AVE YOU NOTICED THAT Justin’s been in a bad mood lately? I think he’s in trouble,” Luna mentioned one morning as the girls walked behind Justin to school. All three Bundkins went to Tower Hill Middle School, but while the twins were in fifth grade, Justin was two grades higher.
    “Fluffy trouble?” asked Claire.
    “I don’t think so,” said Luna. She exchanged a frown with her sister. It had been over a week since Bad News Night, and neither she nor Claire had figured out a single way to stop their father from marrying Fluffy.
    The problem was still brewing in the brewing vats.
    Claire looked down the street. Even though Justin was supposed to walk next to them so they could all cross the lights together, he preferred to walk a block ahead. He said he was scouting for muggers, but the twins knew the real truth: a seventh grader didn’t want to be seen walking with a couple of fifth graders, even ones who came from his own family.
    “What kind of trouble, then?” asked Claire.
    “Well, he’s stayed inside the past two recesses.”
    “Ugh!” said Claire. Both girls hated indoor recess. “How do you know?”
    “Because sometimes when I leave lunch early, I go watch him play that game, Destroyer, and he hasn’t been playing all week. He’s been in the library.”
    “Oooh, Destroyer!” exclaimed Claire. “I love-love-love that game.”
    “I hate-hate-hate that game,” said Luna, who was terrible at all sports. “It hurts. I always get bopped on the head.”
    “Justin’s great at Destroyer,” said Claire. “Kids sometimes cheer when he plays it.”
    “Well, to get back to the point,” continued Luna briskly, because she did not like to be reminded that both her brother and her sister were more athletic than she was, “at first, I also thought maybe Justin was mad about Dad and Fluff’s engagement. But last night, he told me that Fluffy gave him her Dictaphone.” Luna shook her head in disbelief. “He thinks she’s a real princess.”
    “If Justin’s in serious trouble, he’d never tell us,” Claire said. “He thinks we’re squirts.”
    “I know. That’s why I was thinking how about we spy on him, like detectives?”
    Spying on their brother was always an exciting idea, even if Justin wasn’t in trouble. So the girls hung back, waiting for their brother to cross the next light. When he walked through Tower Hill’s seventh-grade entrance, he was too far ahead to notice them following.
    The seventh-grade hall looked different from the fifth-grade hall, thought Luna as they sneaked through it. It was more grown-up, especially since there were lockers in it. (Fifth and sixth graders kept their books in their desks.) Luna could not wait to be in seventh grade, when she would get her own locker. In fact, she already had cut out some magazine pictures of horses, and one of cleft-chinned Captain Xeno from Galaxy Murk, to decorate the inside of her future locker door.
    When Justin got to his locker, he stopped and glanced around nervously. Then he hunched down and used his shirtsleeve to try to rub something off its surface. Finally, he gave up, grabbed his books, and slunk off to class.
    The twins waited until he rounded the corner before they hurried over to his locker. Scribbled in sloppy blue marker, they read:
    Bundkin’s my breakfast! S.Z.
    “Who’s S.Z?” asked Claire.
    “I don’t know,” Luna answered. “We’ll have to do more