Agatha spend a good part of the afternoon in a panic, trying to decide what to wear for the date. She only had two outfits to pick from, sure, but [i]which one[/i]? Aggie let her niece borrow her deepest wine-red lipstick to complement her sage-green skin, and helped use makeup contouring to make her wart really "pop" for the occasion.

Ten minutes before eight o'clock, the teen witch was pacing nervously in her bedroom. She wasn't sure if Barrel would come to the front door of the shop, or walk up the outside stairs and knock on the door to the living quarters. Agnes had happily offered to take a post at the upper door while Aggie worked in the shop; whichever one he approached would send him to wait outside at the bottom of the stairs, allowing Agatha to descend gracefully, a picture-perfect entrance as a perfect start to a perfect evening.

She was bouncing in place by the time the clock in her room struck eight. Five minutes went by. Then ten. At quarter past the hour, she started to panic. Had Barrel changed his mind? Was she supposed to meet him there? No, that didn't make sense; Lock had said it would be a long walk to the tree house, and the only reason she wouldn't be flying would be if she were traveling with someone who didn't have a broom.

...Had [i]Lock[/i] been lying to her? Was this whole thing a trick? Were the tricksters just playing on her feelings again for their own twisted entertainment??