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Finding a Welsh King was taking quite a bit longer than Reggie expected. Not that he minded hanging out with the boys, but when Luke had explained his quest, he thought it would be more of an afternoon adventure. They’d been together in Henrietta for a year.
Alex, on the other hand, was completely unsurprised. He sat in Monmouth Manufacturing, pretending not to feel anxious. He was anxious about lots of things: the fact that their friend Willie was apparently a ghost, the fact that he could somehow take things out of his own dreams, and the fact that Reggie was tearing his hands apart working so many jobs. Also that Luke was possibly crazy with his obsessive passion, and the very strangely dressed girl in the doorway.
Julie looked into Monmouth, suddenly unsure if she’d made the right decision by coming here.
“It’s alright,” Luke told her. Then he turned to the open space, “Boys, come officially meet Julie Molina.”
Reggie eyed her up and down. “The waitress who rejected you?”
Luke narrowed his eyes at him briefly but didn’t have time to say anything, because Julie was already wandering through his miniature version of Henrietta. He wanted to remind her to be careful, but for some reason he was sure that she would be. Despite the fact that her clothes suggested she was rarely careful.
Reggie and Alex came to stand beside him, surveying her. Her curls were only a little bit wild, but the cut out layered shirts and colorful pants were significantly more so. She wore square glasses and an inquisitive look on her face. Something about her was almost ethereal.
This, of course, was slightly concerning for the boys. They knew magic was real, so it was possible she wasn’t just an ordinary girl.
“Do you think she’s a witch?” Reggie asked.
“Witches aren’t real,” Alex told him.
“But ghosts and Greywarens are?” Willie asked, suddenly materializing beside them. “Broaden your horizons.”
Alex muttered something, and Julie finally turned to see the four boys looking at her.
“Are you a witch?” Reggie asked her, which prompted exasperated looks from the others.
“He’s a ghost?” Julie countered, pointing at Willie. Her bracelets rattle a little bit as she did so.
“Yeah, you get it,” Alex said, even though she didn’t seem to be fully getting it. “So, what are you doing in our house?”
Luke shot him a look. “I invited her. Now, let’s all be nice.”