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from this point on.”
    Angela blushed again when she met her friend’s eye and excused herself, “bathroom,” she said.
    â€œSit young man,” the receptionist said firmly and indicated to a bank of seats. “I’ll watch out for you until the attendant comes.”
    â€œMy name is Oengus.”
    â€œAngus, I am Noleen. Tell me is there anyone to meet you at JFK?”
    â€œWhere?”
    â€œKennedy Airport in New York.”
    â€œYes, I believe a witch and her cat.”
    Noleen laughed. She liked a boy with a sense of humor.
    As an escorted minor with impeccable documents, the flight attendant escorted Oengus through the formalities and onto the plane without any delays.
    In New York she then took him through to the escorted minor pick-up station. She was surprised to see a red-haired girl with a cat wearing a simple red dress and smiling at them. The girl was a stunning beauty and people were stopping just to look.
    â€œThis must be my pick up, she’ll have the documentation,” Oengus said.
    The flight attendant watched them go. She shook her head. Something about that boy had grabbed her. Was it his eyes? And his oddness in insisting he bought gloves in the Duty free? Still New York could be cold at this time of the year. Lucky he had that green cloak or he’d catch cold. She shrugged it off. She needed to finish the paperwork and get on with her day.
    â€œInteresting name,” the girl said. “Is it really Oengus?”
    â€œYes and what is yours?”
    â€œMaedbh,” she said.
    â€œIs it true that you are an apprentice witch?” Oengus asked.
    â€œDo you mind if I put on my shoes? The floor in here is very cold.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œOengus my instructions were to bring Venus my cat and to wear a red dress. I followed the instructions but now I’d like to put my shoes back on.”
    â€œSure,” Oengus said agreeably.
    â€œOver here, I deposited them under a bank of seats.”
    The shoes were still there and Maedbh sat and put Venus on a side seat and then and put her shoes on.
    â€œOnly a red dress?” Oengus asked, the thought striking him.
    Maedbh shrugged. “If there is one thing I’ve learned about magic it is that it is complicated. So if I get instructions I follow them fatefully to the letter.”
    â€œI’m sure meeting me did not mean magic. You’ll catch a cold.”
    â€œYou could lend me your green cloak?” Maedbh suggested.
    â€œIt’s my friend Puca Beag. He’ll shape shift to himself later. He actually hates being a cloak but it was the only way to get him through.”
    â€œI hated being in that overhead locker,” Beag whispered out of the corner of the cloak.
    â€œSsssh!” Maedbh said urgently. “If you are a cloak, be a cloak even while we are in the taxi and out of here!”
    Oengus felt Beag shrug in annoyance but was pleased that Beag kept his silence.
    â€œTaxi?” a large man who looked official asked,
    â€œNo thanks,” Maedbh said firmly and the man wandered on.
    â€œYou said a taxi?” Oengus said.
    â€œThe guys who come into the airport are scammers in my opinion. He’d probably leave off the meter and screw us.”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œOengus this is New York. Get real.”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œI live in Greenwich Village,” Maedbh added.
    â€œO.K. And I have a thousand dollars in my wallet.”
    â€œKeep it there and out of sight, we don’t want to be mugged.”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œJust let me handle things Oengus. I want to get you home and then I can relax and change into something more comfortable.”
    â€œYou look lovely,” Oengus couldn’t help saying.
    â€œWitches don’t do boyfriends or relationships,” Maedbh snapped. “And I am warned to be careful of you.”
    â€œMe?”
    â€œOengus you will stay with me until we can get you on your