That's where the similarity ended. Her grandmother never had a bubbling cauldron in the middle of her kitchen or a rack of jars labeled "Crocodile Heart" or "Salamander" in her pantry. Well, at least not that Buffy could remember...
Buffy stepped inside and gently closed the door behind her. She was careful not to interrupt the coven meeting. She stood there quietly listening to the soft voices.
"What would you have me do?" asked Prescott.
Laken consulted her grimoire. "Okay, please find Griffin Claw."
Prescott took a container from the shelf and read the label. "Griffin Claw - State: Solid; Claw. Used in: Strengthening Solution when powdered." He nodded knowingly, and added it to the cauldron.
Wicca smiled. "Good job."

Desdemona asked, "I see salamander, is that the right one?" She took the bottle from the shelf and read the label, "Salamander Blood.."
"Okay Prescott," said Laken, "something for flavor...pomegranate juice.... and Des excellent work on that blood....it's green so can be tricky for a beginner."
Buffy suddenly headed for the door. She had heard enough. In fact, one could argue that she had heard too much.
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