Juno didn’t leave her room until she’d read the whole book. When her mom came to look for her she hadn’t got as far as how to put a charm on someone yet, but had learned that unless she wanted to damage her Magic for good she mustn’t let regular folks know about it. So she said she wasn’t feeling good. Grandma, who was pretty chilled for her time and had told her daughter all she needed to know about the hormonal action that would shortly kick in, wondered if this was it and left Juno alone.

Juno didn’t go to school the rest of that week. Grandma and pop found this totally normal, as Juno could do charms by morning. They told everyone she’d got rubella and couldn’t have visitors.

The next couple days were a whirlwind of witching for Juno. She could hex herself a wardrobe full of the most pretty clothes, could have anything she fancied to eat, could go anyplace in the world she wanted and do anything she liked. Flying was particularly cool, even though she only did it at night. The mornings she spent in a string of patisseries in Paris, whereby she never felt sick. In the afternoons she went elephant riding in India and swimming with dolphins in Florida.

By the third morning she found she was tired of going to Paris, though, and went to snow-roofed Vienna instead. Somehow the cakes didn’t taste as good there, which wasn’t the bakers’ fault. Juno figured she’d cheer herself up by checking out the famous Prater amusement park pop had told her about. That was fun for a while, but, like everything she’d done that week, marred by the fact that she hadn’t got anybody to share it with. She missed Doris. Since by now Templeton Junior High back in Hastings-Sunrise was out for the weekend she detoured to get her friend. Only to learn that a heavily charmed Doris with glazed eyes who had to be minutely directed in what to do and say was not the same as the real thing.

Juno didn’t know it, but she was already paying over the odds.