Disclaimer: Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous and I'm going to extremes/ tomorrow I will change and today won't mean a thing. (1)

Once I found Mystique's address book, I asked Lance if I could borrow the jeep. He said yes, but I think it was mainly because of the fact that he was trying to separate my two suitors. They had now taken on the garb of wild west outlaws.

I had driven for nearly two hours before I finally found the right address. I pulled in front of a small magic shop on the east side of Manhattan and got out of the car.

As I walked in, I noticed the multitude of different powders, canned ingredients, and redi-made potions. Agatha's business was booming, and was apparently enough for her to hire an assistant. The chick at the cash register was a few years older than me, but still looked cool. She had dark brown hair, but had bleached the tips; and had on a lot more eye makeup than one needed when wearing glasses.

"Excuse me," I said, "I'm looking for Agatha Harkness. Is she in?"

"Who wants to know?" The lady asked.

"It's alright, Agnes." Agatha said as she stepped out of the back room. "Wanda is a guest."

"Thank you." I said. Agnes sighed as the older woman led me into the storeroom

I have never seen so many witching symbols in my life. The walls were covered with pentagrams and other drawings and had several strange pictures. "Wow."

"It is not polite to stare, child." Agatha chided. "Now tell me, why have you come?"

"I came to ask for help." I started. "I kind of messed up a spell. Actually, the spell did what it was supposed to, but I need to find another way to stop it."

The older woman listened and nodded her head. "Sounds interesting. What kind of spell was it?"

"It was a true love spell." I answered. "I cast it so that Toad and Pyro would get off of my case, but now they're trying to kill each other!"

"I see." The woman replied. "But I am afraid that that particular spell must play out on its own."

"I should never have cast that spell." I grumbled.

"It has happened to us all at some point in our lives." Agatha said. "You must let it finish. There is good news, though."

You mean that this is a good thing? "What?"

"They will not die." She replied. "However, there will be one broken heart from this."

Gee, it's not like I couldn't have figured that out by myself!

"The spell should wear off in a few more hours." She said. "Why don't you go home?"

"Can I look around here first?" What? Can't a girl check out a new hide-away?

"Of course."

In another two hours, I was home again. Agatha let me pick out one item to take home. I chose a voodoo doll, but that isn't the point. When I got back, they had progressed to using lightsabers in the back yard. It looks like we'll have some new yard ornaments. The strange thing was that someone had followed me from the interstate all the way back to the boarding house. When I parked the jeep, I walked right over to the car and met the middle-aged driver. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing following me?"

"Wanda." The woman smirked. "Don't you recognize me?"

Oh shit! Why now? Why couldn't she wait until after the spell wore off?

"Mystique?" I blinked.

"Yes, dear." She said softly. "Now would you mind explaining just why those boys are trying to destroy my back yard?"

Yep. She's back and I'm dead meat.

1 Twenty author points for whoever can guess this song!