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?”
“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…