10
As the night of the Fire and Ice dance approached, Mim worked harder and harder with the recipe she had stolen. Yzma had confronted her about it, and she had simply handed over something that seemed to be the same paper. It was. Only she had rewritten and changed it. Surely Yzma wouldn't know the difference. Well, for the last month, she hadn't. And now, her plan was in perfect position to work. All there was left was to get Maleficent in on it, if that was possible. And she wouldn't be easy to win over, but she had to try.
As she approached the dorm her "friend" was forced to share with a girl most called Snow. In truth, Snow was the Evil Queen's stepdaughter, but it was common knowledge she was nothing like her. So it was all Mim could do to hope she wouldn't open the door and let out a breath when she came face-to-face with Maleficent. "I'm taking down Yzma."
Maleficent stepped back and looked at her again, frowning. "You're doing what? Actually, don't repeat it. I just… how?"
Mim smirked, moving past her and into the room. "Remember when she tried to give me that aging potion?"
Maleficent grimaced and turned toward the wall. "How could I forget? You wouldn't drop it for a solid month! Don't tell me you have the recipe."
Mim watched her, slowly backing out. "Well, does it matter? You're clearly not interested."
Maleficent laughed, reaching to take her hand. "Are you serious? I'm interested, but do you know what would get us some serious recognition? If we used it on my pretty little roommate. Or that Aurora."
Mim shook her head. "No. That would eliminate Yzma's competition. The goal, Maleficent, is not to help her but to destroy her. But I intend to start at Fire and Ice. She'd take it from you. She doesn't trust me."
Maleficent laughed, embracing the girl as only she could. "We're going to ruin her last big dance? That is so wicked she couldn't think of it! I love it!"
Mim nodded. "I knew you would. But try not to be so happy about it. Now here's how this is going to work." She launched into an explanation, not caring that her friend was already making her own scheme for once she had the potion.
