The spell had been cast, leaving Saccharine's small hut in a mess of books and stray papers.

Frostbite got up: "You're lucky I applied extra hairspray this morning, Sack-urine."

"It's Saccharine." She began to get angry.

"Whatever." Frost opened the door-

"Wait! You're leaving?"

"…yeah."

"But you can't!"

She rolled her eyes and closed it. "Why not?"

"You said you'd be my friend!"

"And you said you could help me, but I see this is going to take a week, so consider the deal broken." And with a slam, Saccharine's only chance at possible friendship was gone. She thought for a second-

Maybe she should meet this Pixie Core…