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// Prologue: How it All Begins 
// Story: Casanova Spike 
// by Riddleja 
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It was a chilly day in Ponyville. It wasn't winter anymore, but the morning was a bit cold. This called for the ponies to wear winter clothes until the afternoon warmth would come about. Spike was inside the Ponyville Library looking at a book on potions when one particular potion stuck out to him.

“Hmm. Love potions?” said the little dragon. He turned to the description of the potion and began reading about it. “’Whoever drinks this potion will fall in love with the first being of the opposite gender they see.’ Interesting,” he said, closing the book. “I've always wanted to try making a potion myself. I just hope I've paid close enough to Twilight when she’s been making some.”

“Hey Spike”, called Twilight Sparkle from upstairs, “how’s that hot chocolate coming along?”

”Whoops,” said Spike, putting the book back where he found it. “I almost forgot.” And he raced into the kitchen.

Spike came up to a bubbling kettle on the stove. He turned the stove off and picked up the kettle by the handle, careful not to get burned. Then he poured some hot chocolate into a couple of mugs; one for him, and one for Twilight.  He then went up the stairs to bring Twilight her mug. Twilight was reading a book on the history of Ponyville when Spike brought her Hot Chocolate.

“Careful,” he warned her, “it’s hot.”

“Thanks Spike,” Twilight said gratefully, taking her mug with her magic. “You’re a great assistant.”

Spike smiled. “That’s what friends are for.” 

Twilight took a sip of her hot chocolate. “What were you reading down there?” she asked.

”Oh. I was just looking at a book on potions,” replied Spike. “I was seeing if there were any simple ones I could try and make on my own.”

Twilight seemed concerned. “Are you sure you wanna try something like that?”

“Of course. I've seen you do potions a lot. How hard can it be?”

“Well alright, Spike,” said Twilight, taking into account of her friend’s determination. “Just as long as you know what you’re doing. Remember when the Cutie Mark Crusaders made a love potion?”

Spike had remembered Twilight telling him about when Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo had made a love potion so that their teacher, Miss Cheerilee, would fall in love with Applebloom’s brother Big Macintosh, and it resulted in a lot of trouble.

“Don’t worry, Twilight,” he said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “I’ll be fine.”

Twilight rolled her eyes and chuckled. Spike tended to be rather hotheaded sometimes, but he still was able to amuse her.