Chapter Twelve
I strolled into the Town Hall’s entrance ten minutes early the next morning, my head buzzing. As predicted, Mitch was over the moon when I told him I’d landed an interview with Opal, and he didn’t ask me a single question about why I might want to talk to her.
Either I was really innocent looking, or he was playing me. It was hard to tell.
In any case, my interview with Opal would help fill the gap left by the candidates’ debate getting canceled.
“You must be Zoe,” a female voice echoed through the chamber. I turned to find a short young witch who couldn’t have been more than a year or two older than me approaching. Her maroon robes swished with her steps.
“I am. Are you Lena?” I asked as I offered a hand to her.
“That’s me,” Lena said, smiling as she took my hand and
