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north. My color is green. My time is midnight. My tool is the stone.” She held up the emerald cull she’d found on the riverbank. “Is that it?”
    â€œSweet.” Brian focused on Dorothy. “I want a magic gemstone.”
    â€œYou have to draw a circle in the sand with your stone,” Olivia told her. “Mind the fish.”
    Dorothy dropped to her knees and drew a circle near the fire in the sand. “What should I say?”
    â€œYour stone represents you and your earth magic,” I coached. “You’re imbuing your tool with your magic.”
    â€œOkay. Part of my earth magic is in my stone now. My strength and magic come from the earth, but not the dirt.” She looked up and smiled. “How was that?”
    â€œDid you feel anything?” Olivia asked her.
    â€œNo. Not really. What am I supposed to feel?”
    â€œNo one can tell you that,” Elsie added. “You feel what you feel. But I’m not feeling any magic from it. Try it again with more conviction.”
    Dorothy pushed her hair away from her face and puffed out her cheeks. She grasped the emerald cull in one hand and began drawing a circle again in the sand with the other. “My earth magic is now in my stone. My strength and magic come from the earth, but not the dirt.”
    â€œNot feeling it,” Elsie said. “Something wrong?”
    â€œI’m just thinking about all those new books that have to be shelved at the library. New books mean that old books are going to be thrown away. I always hate choosing which ones have to go.”
    â€œThat’s the problem,” Olivia said. “You’re not concentrating. I told you to give up your old job at the library. I left you plenty of money. There’s no reason for you to work at all. I never worked a day in my life.”
    â€œBut I love my job,” Dorothy said with a pleading expression on her face. “I don’t want to quit.” She glanced at me. “Molly, you were a teacher for many years. You still did magic.”
    â€œThat’s true,” I agreed. “So did Elsie. My parents didn’t leave me a lot of money and a house. I had to work for a living. You have to learn to compartmentalize. When you’re doing magic, that’s all you’re doing. You can’t think about work or anything else.”
    Dorothy sat on the sand. “I’m sorry. I know that I have toconcentrate on the magic, but it’s really hard, since I know all those books are going to be thrown away.”
    â€œThe best thing for a clear mind is to get rid of the problems,” Elsie added. “I have an idea. Don’t throw the books away—bring them here and we’ll give them away to customers when they come in. I’m sure there are plenty of witches who have children.”
    â€œWhat a great idea.” Dorothy grinned. “Could I really do that?”
    I agreed with Elsie. “Why not? I’m sure it would be fine.”
    Dorothy made a loud squealing sound, as she frequently did when she was excited. She got up and hugged Elsie and me before giving Olivia the air hug they’d started doing. She turned to Brian and stopped.
    â€œWhat? Don’t I get the group hug too?” He held out his arms.
    She slowly walked into his embrace. The two of them tightly hugged each other. Brian let out a deep, satisfied sigh and pulled her closer, turning his head toward her face.
    Dorothy took a sudden step back. “There you go.” She awkwardly patted his shoulder.
    Elsie and I exchanged knowing glances. The relationship between Brian and Dorothy had been slowly transforming into something more. We couldn’t agree if it was a good thing or bad thing. Romance between witches in the same coven could be a distraction to a witch just learning what to do.
    â€œI think we should go upstairs now,” Olivia said abruptly. She definitely didn’t like the idea of Dorothy