Potion Pink

Abby murmurs "Her own free will." absently as she glares at the samples of scale she has hid among the pages of a random book in a hurry. She aquired them from an angel called Jortek. She dances over to the lab happily with the book in her hand.
"We /hate/ pink, dont we?"
She stares back at the scales and smiles as she finds just one strand of blue hair stick to one of them. She puts the samples of Blue's tail and hair into a vial, and looks around in the lab. She remembers the tainted holy water from the church and she uses an eyedropper for just one drop of it into another vial. "I need the colour."

She looks outside to the city's dark fog. Seven different toxins and the blood of someone powerful. A drop of ectoplasm, and her spit. The whole concoction burnt in the fire of the library would definitely do the trick.

Abby focuses on gathering the materials with a never experienced determination. The task puts her mind off of anything else, and a couple of hours later she stands in the empty library, pouring the mixed contents of the vial into the fire. The fire flares up with a vivid pink flame, digesting the contents of the potion with hungry pops and roars. Abby wrinkles her nose, and stands, watching the fire burnl. "Eat this, Miss Pink"