'Tried that,' Katie scowled, remembering a rather stout little witch from the vegetable market that morning. 'I'm liking this charm thing. Maybe even a jinx. Is that for Miles?' she asked changing subjects now that she had briefly vented her woes. Katie was eyeing the drinks in Angelina's hands, though not quite as longingly as usual. Afterall, her virgin margarita tasted just splendidly, so she wasn't feeling too left out.