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brass post for a closer look at Jason, in case she could get a view of his backpack.
    Mrs. Gillet continued, “We’ll be serving sausage links, hash browns, and —
aaaiiiiiieeeeee!
”
    B jumped at the shrill, unexpected scream.
    “Mice!” Mrs. Gillet screamed. “Right there!”
    And she pointed a shaking finger toward where B and her friends were hiding.
    Jason screamed and bolted out of the kitchen doors.
    “Run!” B squeaked.
    She, George, and Trina took off after Jason, but at four inches tall, three yards felt like a mile to all of them.
    “Take
that
!” Mrs. Gillet jabbed her broom at them. The bristles brushed B’s tail. But Mrs. Gillet swung with such force that she overbalanced and crashed onto her bottom.
    B and her friends darted out the door and collapsed in a heap behind it, panting. Jason was long gone. B racked her brain to think of how to undo her spell. “N-O-R-M-A-L S-I-Z-E,” she spelled. Nothing happened. “G-R-O-W.” Trina’s hair started to wave and lengthen, until it stretched down to her mouse-size waist!
    Mrs. Gillet’s loud voice echoed from within. B knew she didn’t have any time to spare.
Think. Think!
She’d done this once before. But how? She needed to turn them back to their regular selves. Without any mouse parts.
    Themselves. She pictured them in her mind. “K-A-T-R-I-N-A,” she spelled. And,
voila!
Trina appeared in her normal size. No mouse ears, no tail.
    Mrs. Gillet stuck her nose out the door. “Hi there, young lady,” she said. “You haven’t seen a handful of mice running around, have you?”
    “Um, no, definitely not,” Trina said.
    “Well, if they’re in my kitchen,” she said, clutching her broom with white knuckles, “I’ll find them!” And she disappeared back inside.
    B knew she had better get everyone back to normal right away.
    “G-E-O-R-G-E,” she spelled. And
pop!
George sprang back to full size.
    B didn’t need much time. “B,” she whispered. Then she felt herself stretch alarmingly tall and, quick as lightning, B was standing there next to her friends.
    “Whew,” B said. But she was still no closer to finding out what Jason was up to.
    That afternoon at home, B worked on her potion for the Young Witch Competition. It was only a day away, and B knew she had a lot of work left to do before she’d be ready. She decided that her bedroom would be a good place to try something like Dawn’s makeover spell, brewing it as a potion. That was where she had the most beauty ingredientsavailable, though B didn’t have anywhere near as much stuff as Dawn did — nail polish and earrings and cool shoes and hair clips. But she gathered together what she could find.
    First she combined a gold necklace, a hairbrush, a snip of silk ribbon, and a department-store sampler of perfume, and stuffed them into a shiny makeup bag. Then she spelled, “G-L-A-M-O-U-R.” The spell made the ingredients melt together into a shimmery liquid. She took a whiff of the potion and gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. The spell had gone a little too far — her hair was teased out to the max under a wacky hat. She was wearing an oddly cut glittery gold dress and high heels, and her makeup made her look like an alien.
    “Holy cats,” B told her reflection. “I look more like a clown than a fashion model.” It was not at all what she had in mind.
    Next she combined a pink hair twisty, a sparkly lip gloss, a polka-dot sock, and a smiley-face T-shirt. “S-T-Y-L-E,” she spelled. Her hair formed itself into two pigtails. Her sweatshirt transformed into adenim jacket, and pink and yellow daisy embroidery appeared all over her jeans. Lace ruffles poked out from under the cuffs of her pants, trimming the edges of her socks.
    “Well,” B told Nightshade, her black cat, who rubbed against her ankles, “it’s a cute look, but maybe a little cutesy for what I was picturing for the competition. I’ve got to keep trying.”
    She pawed through her trinkets and