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blackmagicduck The villa's transformation was nearly complete. Scrooge and Magica's ideas were not only welcomed with open arms, but the townsfolk couldn't wait to implement them. Almost every day a new suggestion was made, and Magica and Scrooge worked tirelessly to make it happen. Scrooge was already beginning to rake in money from this investment, and to add to his fortune, Magica had yet to recover any of her memories. She also seemed to be content with this - it was difficult to miss what you didn't know.
But, lately... she was getting odd tingling sensations in her body. At first she chalked it up to the buzz of a hard day's work, or ridiculous sparks between her and Scrooge - he could deny it all he wanted, she knew when she was being looked at - but it became apparent this was something more... electrical in nature, if she had to describe it. She wasn't sure what to do with it - if this was her magic returned, how did she make sure she didn't set someone on fire by accident? Yet in turn, what if she could be pulling more than her own weight and wasting an opportunity?
It was raining the day she made a final decision about it, waiting for Scrooge to return from his latest meeting. Magica rarely attended them, as she lacked the patience to deal with them and the know-how about the way the world worked in certain areas. When she heard the door open, she quickly sat up, eyebrows raised. "How did it go?"
But, lately... she was getting odd tingling sensations in her body. At first she chalked it up to the buzz of a hard day's work, or ridiculous sparks between her and Scrooge - he could deny it all he wanted, she knew when she was being looked at - but it became apparent this was something more... electrical in nature, if she had to describe it. She wasn't sure what to do with it - if this was her magic returned, how did she make sure she didn't set someone on fire by accident? Yet in turn, what if she could be pulling more than her own weight and wasting an opportunity?
It was raining the day she made a final decision about it, waiting for Scrooge to return from his latest meeting. Magica rarely attended them, as she lacked the patience to deal with them and the know-how about the way the world worked in certain areas. When she heard the door open, she quickly sat up, eyebrows raised. "How did it go?"
