The cauldron didn’t boil or bubble the way Maggie had been assured by Shakespeare that it would. It just kinda fixed a little as she mixed in the eye of newt (poor newt! Never did anything to anyone!) and she wondered if this Old Magic would really do anything. She was quite fond of New Magic, and its preoccupation with candles and arts and crafts. She was comfortable with those things. She was GOOD at those things. She had NO idea why she was churning a cauldron in the woods in the dark. The things she did on a dare.
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