Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, but only I could think of situations quite this ludicrous.
Note: Ok, here we are. Enjoy my parting gift to you all.
The Last Stand: The Deleted Scenes
One
(From Chapter Eight)
At the precise moment that Amelia's letter found Enid Nightshade, the young temping-witch was hiding under a table in Fenella and Grizelda's makeshift laboratory, wondering how on Earth she was going to explain the carnage that now reigned supreme in the small room. If it had reached her just a few minutes earlier, it would have found her sitting in her little office next door, wondering how she was supposed to tax register a company that marketed non-drip, non-fade, non-smear magical green stage make-up to the London theatres, giving the most recent performances of Wicked a certain extra magical quality. The product, marketed simply as 'Green', was a runaway success, but a paperwork nightmare.
As it was, Enid had become bored by this particular conundrum and had decided to venture into the laboratory whilst Fenny and Griz had ventured out on yet another donut run – those women seemed to live off the sugary jam-filled eatables. She'd decided to go out that night, and she was wondering if she could whip herself up a new lipstick for the occasion.
Enid had soon found out that adding red to 'Green' does not for lipstick make. She should have known, really, that the inevitable outcome of adding red to 'Green' is 'Brown'. A Brown most definitely worthy of capitalisation.
The other, perhaps slightly less inevitable outcome of adding red to 'Green' was a large and violent explosion, which was why, when Amelia's letter found Enid, she was hiding under a table to avoid the Brown that was now dripping from every available surface. She quickly scanned the note inside the envelope, and she looked at the open window, hope pouring into her heart. This was it, her escape. Fenny and Griz need never know…
Enid cast a spell to summon her broomstick from the other room, and she had just managed to mount it when the door opened and the two entrepreneurial magicians entered their destroyed domain.
"Enid?" Fenny began.
"Erm…" Enid did not even try to begin to explain. "I'll pay for the damage later!" she called over her shoulder as she flew out through the window, narrowly avoiding a particularly globular blob of Brown that was falling from the ceiling…
And thanks to NCD's reviews for inspiring the concept of 'Green'…
