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</div><br/><fieldset class="ctaBbcodeFieldset"><legend class="ctaBbcodeLegend">Important</legend>Please read the Info tab before posting</fieldset><br/><br/>Gwynedd Llewellyn (Gwen to the few friends she had) was the sort of girl who didn't fit in well. It had been on her report cards all through school and now she was at university she was still finding it hard to make friends. Being gay probably didn't help - especially coming out to her small circle of friends at middle school. That stigma had followed her to high school, but now she was in a new city, living in a student residence, and had already joined the LGBTQI+ society.<br/><br/>It didn't cure her shyness around new people, of course, but she was getting over it.<br/><br/>She'd seen the girl of her dreams a few times. Popular, always surrounded by friends, always busy dong one thing or another. They actually shared a computer class together although it seemed they were on different majors. Gwen had tried several times to talk to this girl but so far she'd managed to get as far as make eye contact across a crowded room and exchange a smile twice, wave once and say "Hi, um...?" once before the other was whisked away by an insistent groupie.<br/><br/>Not today though. Today Gwen had a plan. Tomorrow would be all saints day, the First of November, the date on the Christian calender that celebrated "all those who have died in Christ". Not that Gwen believed in any such nonsense, fr from it. The day Of The Dead, it was, in Latin America. But that would be tomorrow. Which made today the eve of All Saints Day. All Hallows Eve.<br/><br/>Halloween, to use the present day term.<br/><br/>Gwen had to wait for today for the plan to work. The little potion she'd brewed up was not a love potion - such things were not exactly against the rules, and they did work, to an extent, but they always wore off and anyway Gwen wanted this girl to love her for who she was, not because she put a spell on her. No, the potion was called "<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D1Cw1ng75KP0&amp;hash=05dd50b43f7ab86983e06deb1f17c93f" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Cw1ng75KP0" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Heart Alone</a>" and while not being a particular fan of rock music, Gwen had been forced to listen to that particular song while preparing the potion. She was certain this was a sick joke by the aunt who passed her the spell book, because how had the spell worked before 1987?<br/><br/>But the spell book said that she needed to sing the line "How do I get you alone?" at the top of her voice while stirring the brew and thinking about the one she wanted to isolate...<br/><br/>Computer lab was the last class of the day this Monday, and Gwen had the rather odd liquid in a perfume spray bottle in her bag. As usual the girl who's name she had never been able to find out was surrounded by boys and girls. Gwen managed to get to within arms length, but there was no way she was going to be able to sit near her dream girl. She fished the atomizer out of her back and squirted it in the air above the girl's head, then moved away before anyone noticed.<br/><br/>After class she packed her things away and noticed that her dream-girl was also still there, but almost everyone else had left.<i>It worked! At last!</i>Well Gwen assumed the spell had worked, if it hadn't it was a remarkable coincidence. She quickly put everything away and trotted over. "Hi. I'm Gwynedd Llewellyn. Friends call me Gwen. And yes, my ancestors are Welsh." She pronounced her name<i>Geeuneth Thclewellun. </i>A cute blush touched her cheeks. "I've been trying to talk to you since I first saw you at the gay-soc meeting six weeks ago, but you're always too busy. Anyway, I've got something to show you, I hope youl like it. You aren't afraid of heights are you?"