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Kaitlyn. They put on makeup and shop for clothes and order orange smoothies, and it seems very fun, fun, fun. I am hoping my mom will let me go and not remember about that punishment she owes me for playing Russian Spies.
    â€œMaybelle!” I say when Kaitlyn is out of the room. “You have done so good! You saved the day—you saved Maya and Kaitlyn!”
    â€œYay, yay, yay!” Maybelle says. We are jumping up and down, and Maybelle is flying all over. I put my arms out and zoom all around and around the room. “I am a sprite, too!” I say. “I am a flying sprite!”

    Then I stand up on my bed and jump right down. But I do not fly, of course. Because I am not a sprite, I am a girl. So I just land on the floor with a big thump.
    â€œHailey!” my mom yells. “What is going on up there?”
    â€œNothing!” I say. “Just doing some flying!”
    â€œFlying!” she says. “Well, stop it this instant! And please come down here so that we can talk about your punishment.”
    Drat.
    â€œI guess we have to go downstairs,” I say to Maybelle. That is called facing the music.
    But before we can, there is a flash of blue lightning, and Mr. Tuttle pops right up!
    â€œMr. Tuttle,” I say. “You need to get out of here immediately. I am very much late to find out my punishment.” But then I have a good idea. “Unless you are so good at magic that you can take away punishments.”
    â€œNo,” Mr. Tuttle says, looking at me through his glasses. “But don’t worry, this will not take long.” He looks down at his clipboard. “Is it true that Maybelle saved Kaitlyn Twitch and Maya Greenbert from a tree house?”
    â€œYes!” I say. “It was a very big disaster area of a tree house, and it had a ladder that was very heavy. It was even taller than me,” I explain. “And it weighed about three hundred pounds, I think.”
    â€œGood,” Mr. Tuttle says. He makes a big check mark on his clipboard. “So it is all set,” he says. “Maybelle can go back to being a magic sprite.”
    â€œYay!” I say.

    â€œOh my goodness!” Maybelle says. She is very excited and clapping her hands.
    But then Mr. Tuttle says something very horrible. He says, “Are you ready?”
    And he holds his hand right out to Maybelle.
    â€œReady for what?” Maybelle asks.
    â€œYeah, ready for what?” I ask. This is sounding very suspicious.
    â€œReady to go back,” he says. “Now that you have learned to be fun, and have control of your magic, it is time for you to go back to the castle.”
    â€œNo!” I say. “Maybelle cannot leave! She can stay here and live here in the Twitch house with her magic.”
    â€œSorry,” Mr. Tuttle says. “But those are the rules.”
    â€œSays who?” I ask.
    â€œSays the Department of Magic,” Mr. Tuttle says.
    Hmm. If there is one thing I am not so good with, it is rules. And so I am already coming up with a fab, fab, fabulous plan. A fab, fab, fabulous plan that will get me and Maybelle right out of those rules. A wonderful, perfect plan that will let her stay right here in the Twitch house!
    â€œExcuse me, please,” I say to Mr. Tuttle inmy very best polite voice. “But I would like to talk to Maybelle in private.”
    I pull Maybelle right out into the hallway. And then I start to whisper my plan right into her ear…

Thank you so, so, so much to:
    My awesome agent, Alyssa Henkin
    My editor, Rebecca Frazer
    Everyone at Sourcebooks for all their support, including Dominique Raccah, Kelly Barrales-Saylor, Kay Mitchell, Kristin Zelazko, and Aubrey Poole
    My mom and dad
    My sisters, Krissi and Kelsey
    My BFFs, Kevin Cregg and Scott Neumyer

Lauren Barnholdt loves reading, writing, and anything pink and sparkly. She’s never had a magic sprite, but she does have four guinea pigs. She lives outside