Isaac opened the back door to Luna's home. He found Luna's aunt, Phoebe, in the kitchen flipping pancakes in the air like a pro-chef. Her long black hair was styled in a fancy up-do hairstyle that accentuated how young the business mogul actually was.
"Oh, Isaac. I made a fresh batch of lemonade for you. It's the one with the white lid. Drink the blue one and you might sprout roots." Phoebe laughed while she flipped the pancake onto the plate. She sat the plate of stacked pancakes in the center of the table.
"Thanks for the heads up." He made himself a mental note that the white lid equaled good and the blue lid equaled bad.
She may have laughed her warning off, but sprouting roots was a possibility if you drank the wrong thing in this household. In a house full of witches, anything was possible.
"My mom asked me how you kept your petunias so healthy and vibrant but gave me a patronizing stare when I told her it was magic. She acted like I was mocking her."
Phoebe wasn't just a witch and a business owner; she also raised her niece all by herself while still finding the time to enjoy her hobby, gardening. Phoebe's garden was a magical place with a variety of healthy, vibrant plants, which was to be expected since she used potions to keep her flowers healthy.
"That's how most normal mortals will react when you tell them about magic." He opened his mouth to testify, but she gave him a playful stare. "You're the exception, my dear boy."
* * *
Looking good, Luna thought to herself. She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a simple, admirable blue tee-shirt dress with black leggings. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She ruffled her bangs to give them a little more volume before placing the matching admirable blue headband onto her head.
After twirling around to make sure everything was in place, she grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs.
Isaac was already in the kitchen stuffing his face with Aunt Phoebe's homemade pancakes. Upon seeing Luna, he whistled. "Nice."
"A special occasion?" Her aunt asked before turning to the sink to wash this morning's dishes before they could pile up.
"No...Nothing special." She sat down at the table, lowering her head to hide the blush that was creeping across her face.
Isaac slammed his fork against the table. He had that 'I had an epiphany' look on his face. "We have joined classes today. I should've known that the only reason you would wear a dress would be for Adam."
"Shirtdress." She corrected him. "And he is not the only reason I would wear one. I wore one to homecoming."
"Only to impress him. Which was a total failure."
Aunt Phoebe sat a glass of milk in front of her. Mischief shown through her brown eyes as she winked at Isaac. "Are we talking about that Adam? The captain of the lacrosse team?" At Isaac's nod, she wrapped her arms around herself. "That boy looks good enough to eat. Makes me wish I was back in high school." She took a seat next to Luna and poured some strawberry jam onto a plate of pancakes. "On second thought, I could just wait till next year, when you all will be entering college."
Luna groaned. She loved her aunt, but she could go overboard with her teasing sometimes. She shoveled bites of pancakes into her mouth, ready to be at school.
Even though she was embarrassed by her aunt, she had to admit that her words hit pretty close to the truth. Adam was really the only reason that she looked forward to school. Well, for today, anyway.
She actually happened to like school. So much so that she had the highest GPA out of all of the students. Yeah, she was what some would consider a nerd.
"You know I love you, Aunt Phoebe, but hands off." She was only half teasing.
Her aunt laughed. "He is cute and all but a little young. I might settle for that teacher of yours."
"Oh, my." Isaac fanned himself. "Mr. Traskey is hot. And my parents don't understand why I'm failing chemistry."
Mr. Traskey was the new chemistry teacher this year. He was a really good teacher, and Luna looked forward to his classes. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for her best friend and most of the student body. Oh, they looked forward to his class-they just weren't there to learn.
Luna couldn't see why everyone made a big deal out of his looks, but that was probably due to the fact that she only had eyes for Adam.
She stood up and took her plate over to the sink. "We're going to be late." She told her best friend, trying to bring her aunt and him out of their fangirling.
Isaac sighed and then slammed the last bite of his food into his mouth. "Oh yeah, my mom said I could stay over while you're gone. Though, she doesn't actually know that you're leaving." He told Aunt Phoebe.
"That's great. Even though I really wish you wouldn't lie to your parents, dear." Aunt Phoebe tsked at him.
Isaac had the bad habit of lying to his parents. Luna didn't really approve of it, but she understood that it was sometimes needed. Mrs. Entousky could be really suffocating sometimes.
"What time does your flight leave?" She asked as she kissed her aunt goodbye.
"Three. You two better behave for the week." She gave both Luna and Isaac a hug. "I have a list of spells and potions for you to work on, and;" She pointed a finger at Isaac. "Don't go trying anything. If you're not sure what it is, then ask Luna."
Isaac saluted. "Yes, ma'am."
"Have fun at school today." Aunt Phoebe waved goodbye to them as they rushed out the back door.
* * *
Luna sat at the lunch table playing with her food while she waited for Isaac. Twirling spaghetti around the prongs of her fork, she sighed. She was feeling angsty for the day to end. Well, not the whole day, just the school part.
Days like today showed just how much more love she had for Adam than she had for school.
Today, after classes ended, was lacrosse practice. Adam was the captain and the star attacker. Luna loved watching him play. He always became so focused and determined when he was out in the field. He also looked really good out there running around.
"Wipe the drool up that you're getting everywhere."
Luna looked down at the table, having fallen for Isaac's joke. "That's not funny and why would I even be drooling?"