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agreed.
    “Oops!” B giggled. “I guess some changes like to stick around, don’t they? S-P-E-E-C-H-L-E-S-S.” She gently placed the silent hamster in his cage. He burrowed into a pile of shavings and vanished from sight.
    Whew!
B thought as she headed down the hall, late for gym.
But why, why was it so easy to transform Mozart back to himself, when I can’t seem to fix George?

Chapter 12
    When B got home that afternoon, there was a fresh batch of pumpkin gingersnaps cooling on the counter, and a note that read, “Had to dash to the store. Need butter for buttercream frosting. Back in a few minutes. B, two cookies and that’s IT! Love and kisses, Mom.”
    The first gingersnap was already disappearing down B’s throat by the time she’d finished reading the note. She smiled, took off her witch costume, and poured herself a glass of milk. Pumpkin gingersnaps were just what B needed after a rough day like this one.
    B poured the last bit of milk into her cup and set the empty jug in the crate to return it later. Thestore her mom had gone to, a specialty dairy shop that supplied all their milk, cream, butter, and cheese, was called the Magical Moo, and though they sold their products to nonwitches, the farmers that ran the dairy were a witching family just like B’s. Her mom and Mrs. Colby were longtime friends from Witchin’ Kitchen competitions, so B knew they would probably end up chatting away half the afternoon, maybe even sampling recipes.
    What to do next? If only she’d been able to get a look inside that book,
Undoing Magic Spells.
And if only she could travel to the library and make an anagram to request it! But her traveling spells were as unpredictable as everything else she did magically. So no luck there.
    B downed the milk, brushed cookie crumbs off her fingers, and headed up the stairs.
    Just as she passed by Dawn’s bedroom door, it flew open, and Dawn nearly plowed into B, just stopping in the nick of time.
    “Geez, you startled me!” Dawn said.
    “Sorry,” B said. “Where are you in such a hurry to get to?”
    “I’m heading off to the Magical Rhyming Society to do some group research on jinxes for a lab exam next week,” Dawn said.
    Perfect! “Can I come?” B asked. “Please?”
    Dawn looked surprised. “Why would you want to?”
    “I just want to … do some research of my own.”
    Dawn thought for a minute, then shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
    They went back downstairs, and Dawn grabbed her purse while B jotted a scribble on the same notepaper their mother had left for them next to the cookies.
    “Ready,” she told Dawn.
    “Hold my arm,” Dawn said. “Here goes:
    “We’re off to a library where magical studies
    Await us, along with our magical buddies.”
    The cyclone sped them off in a blink to the foyer of the great round library room at the Magical Rhyming Society, where bookshelves stretched up for what seemed like miles, and witches in sparkling robes scampered along rolling ladders to find rare and ancient volumes of spells. Behind them, acorridor led to classrooms and private study areas. Dawn’s study session must be back that way.
    B jabbed Dawn with a friendly elbow poke.
“Buddies?”
    “Well, it rhymes, anyway,” Dawn said. “I’ve got friends here. Haven’t you met any of the other witches your age yet? Are all your lessons still one-on-one?”
    “I guess there aren’t any other spelling witches my age,” B said. “Or any age, for that matter.”
    “That’s my sister,” Dawn said, patting B proudly on the shoulder. “One of a kind. Listen, I’ve got to get with my group. You know what to do here, right?”
    “Right.”
    “Okay. I’ll probably be an hour.”
    B hurried to the table near the card catalog line, grabbed a paper and pencil, and got to work. She wrote UNDOING MAGIC SPELLS on her paper and stared at it for a while.
    UNDOING MAGIC SPELLS
    Hmm.
    UNDO ING MAGIC S PELL S
    SINGS
    She crossed out the letters she’d already used. “G”