Mallory's head throbbed all throughout the shouting and arguements. She covered her ears with her hands. Not true. Not true. Everything he says isn't true. He's under some charm or spell or whatever.

She kept thinking that over and over again. "Guys...please...quiet..." she said amongst all the shouting. Obviously no one heard her. But that one last piece of clue. Christian said he didn't know about soccer. "AHA! See? there's something wrong with him, I mean, this is Christian Miles, he's a soccer fanatic. Now he claims he doesn't know anything about it. This means that everything he's saying right now isn't treu." she said triumphantly. Nothing this boy said was true. Not on single thing.

"He must be on some sort of spell, or charm or..." then it hit her. He kept saying he was in love with her..."Potion! Love potion." she gasped. "But how? And why was I...?" she turned quickly to Christian. "Christian, where were you before you found me at the library?"