Two drops of green liquid drip into the cauldron. One blue flower. A block of cheese.
A block of cheese?
The block of cheese is quickly fished out with a knife.
A golden compass is dropped in as a replacement. The bubbling brew turns a healthy brown, tinged with brilliant (and slightly lethal-looking) green.
Around the corner hang masks and mysterious bottles and books, pestles and saddlebags. Above the cauldron is one who we have met before.
She dips a cup into the brew, which is starting to boil despite the fact that there is no fire beneath the cauldron, and the room itself is ice-cold.
With a gasp of desperation, the pink-maned pegasus downs the contents of the bubbling, hissing brew.
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FanfictionThis is an MLP fanfic. I've stolen some of the lyrics from 'Anything you can do I can do better', or whatever the song is called. The rest you'll have to find out by reading. Yay.
