☆ || Licorice was in his ‘Cauldron’ room mid way of making a potion of some sort the cauldron fizzed and bubbler from the roaring fire beneath it while he stirred with a bigspoon and read out the next ingredients out loud while the only light was coming from the neon thickish liquid in the cauldron and the candle lights on his desk || ☆

• ’ Two drops of strained water jam…a scoop The Cream off a Robo waffle dog…two strawberries off an original Cake hound…and erm.. ‘