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reunion now,” I said, through a mouthful of muffin.
    “I can’t wait.” Amber gave me a wink.
    “Me neither.” Pearl also gave me a wink.
    Neither could I. It was going to be so funny when they discovered they’d both had a crush on the same guy. I was seriously considering sneaking into the reunion—I wanted to be there to see their faces when it all came out.
    “What’s that?” I’d only just spotted that there was a new poster on the notice board where the school reunion flyer had been.
    “It’s the ‘Levels Competition’.”
    I walked across to get a closer look. The poster was short on detail. Apparently the annual ‘Levels Competition’ was to be held in one week’s time in the Spell-Range.
    “What is it exactly?” I asked.
    “Grandma hasn’t told you?” Amber grinned.
    “No, she hasn’t mentioned it.”
    “Oh dear.” Pearl’s grin matched her sister’s.
    I was getting bad vibes again.
    “Grandma has entered you for it.”
    “She’s done what? What is it anyway?”
    “It’s a competition for witches on levels one to five. Witches on the same level compete against one another, and the winner from each level competes in the grand final. The winner of the grand final is fast-tracked to become a level six witch.”
    “So in theory, a level one witch could end up as a level six witch?”
    “In theory, but it’s never happened. The lowest level witch who has ever won the final was on level four. Usually it’s a level five witch who wins.”
    “Oh well, it would have been nice if she’d bothered to tell me, but I guess we’ll have a few laughs.”
    “We?” Amber said.
    “There’s no ‘we’,” Pearl said. “You’re on your own.”
    “I’m not doing it by myself. You two have to enter as well.”
    “We can’t. To enter, your name has to be put forward by a level six witch.”
    “Why didn’t Grandma put all of our names forward?”
    “She has never put our names forward. She says we’d show her up,” Amber said.
    “If you’re not doing it, then I’m not.”
    “You have to. We want you to. Don’t we, Pearl?”
    “Yeah, you have to. You can totally win level two.”
    “How? I’ve only just moved up from level one.”
    “You’re a natural. And besides, there’s another reason you have to take part.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Grandma will totally kill you if you don’t.”
    Compelling reason.
    “I don’t suppose it’ll hurt. It might be a laugh.”
    “I wouldn’t let Grandma hear you say that. She’s taking it super serious.”
    “No pressure then?”
     
     

Chapter 8
     
    Mrs V was not happy— again . I could tell by the way she was taking her frustration out on her knitting. The needles were moving so quickly it was a wonder there weren’t sparks.
    “Is your sister still giving you a hard time?” I said.
    “G always gives me a hard time, I’m used to her.”
    “What’s wrong then?”
    “It’s your grandmother.”
    “You haven’t fallen out again, have you?” Mrs V and Grandma had had a love/hate relationship ever since Ever A Wool Moment opened.
    “Not yet, but we’re probably going to.”
    “What has she done now?”
    “You know what she’s like with her promotional ideas.”
    I nodded. Grandma might not be my favourite person in the world, but the woman knew marketing.
    “G was bragging about her national wins—as per usual, and your Grandma suggested we go head-to-head. Clash of the Titans, she called it.”
    “How?”
    “Speed knitting. Your grandmother wants us to sit in the window of her shop and knit for four hours solid. The one who produces the longest scarf in that time will be crowned ‘Ever A Wool Moment Speed Knitting Champion’.”
    “Catchy title. Are you up for it?”
    “It doesn’t look like I have a choice. Your grandmother has already told a local charity they can hold a collection in front of the shop. If I back out now, it’ll look mean spirited.”
    “Can you win?”
    “I don’t know. I’ve never