happilyeverbeginning | were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

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were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

Lord Scrooge had been gone for five years, and at last had returned to the fair country even richer than before. Many rumors were buzzing about what transpired overseas, and what prompted his return. No doubt it was because his nephew was at the right time to marry, and he definitely wanted his assets in good hands. A welcome part of sorts was thrown together, despite Scrooge detesting such affairs.

The ball was in full swing by the time Magica and her brother arrived, him jabbering away about nonsense she couldn't care about. Her mind was elsewhere - it felt like an eternity since she'd last seen Lord Scrooge, and she had hoped her burning feelings for him were gone. Yet here she was, dressed to the nines, her heart racing. Would she see him as the adult woman she was now - or still as a child? She could never hope to win his heart. The sooner she moved on, the better.

She told herself she could change her heart, and for a good moment, honestly believed it. There were many eligible bachelors here tonight, many good in coin as they were in manners. But her eyes scoured the room, and the moment she spotted Scrooge from a distance, her chest seized, and all those awful feelings rushed back more intense than ever.

All the confidence she had died instantly - she didn't feel like a woman anymore, but like the little girl she used to be when she first met him...

... Back when she was first learning to play the piano, and detested it. Her patience was growing thin, and she held back a grumble, glaring at the keys, as if it was their fault she played so badly.

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He had already heard of the saying that one could almost burst with happiness. Now he had the proof.
He stood up again and seized Magica into his arms.

"And you, my dear, need such a stubborn, reckless old fool who is not afraid to take on your fire. Someone wise enough to quench your irrepressible thirst for knowledge. Someone who will not be consumed by your passion but will ignite it even more. Someone strong enough to hold you protectively in his arms when you are weak."

With these words he lifted her up and kissed her tenderly.

How he had missed this taste, this feeling of her lips on his own.
"Looks as if luck has also been given to you, for such a man stands before you. Forever!

Apart from Fethry's loud applause there was nothing to be heard in the hall for a while. But then people looked at each other with insecure eyes. Little by little they joined in the applause. Lord de Bourgh and Lady Magica were both known for their obstinacy. Basically no one was surprised that these two extraordinary people had found each other. For the locality at any rate, such a merger could only be beneficial.

A good-humoured Lord de Bourgh in particular.

"Now your mother will finally be satisfied too, I think. And be it only because I am richer than Glomgold." Scrooge laughed gloatingly and looked around for the woman. After all, it was only fitting that he should pay his respects to his bride's parents. But nobody from her family was around except her brother. He shrugged his shoulders, perhaps the whole scandal had been too much for her nerves.

He put Magica back on the ground, but without letting her go for a moment.
"Where Glomgold was already so generous to pay for "our" engagement party... let's celebrate!"

He kissed her hand again. "May I ask for this dance, my lady?"
Of course you would see Scrooge de Bourgh dancing more often now, where he had finally found someone worthy to lie in his arms.

Until late into the night there was partying and Scrooge enjoyed every second this time.

"I love you..." He whispered in her ear one last time before falling asleep that night. Magica firmly closed in his arms. He also didn't dare to touch her in her parents' home, but today he didn't want to. There was enough time for that in the future.

And before that he urgently had to catch up on some reading...

A few days later Magica was with Lizzy, with whom she had made friends in the end now that they were no longer in each other's way, on the way to do last errands for the wedding.

Scrooge sat alone in his study and went about his business as usual. For today Madam Bingpap had announced herself to clarify the last formalities of the wedding. He had wondered a little that the lady wanted to take the road to his estate instead of receiving him at home, but who was he to upset his bride's mother?

"Come in!" He answered curtly as it knocked on his door.

Magica laughed as she was lifted - a rare sound from her! Some had thought she was incapable of laughter! But then Scrooge had the ability to bring out things in her no one else could. She didn't notice her mother gone, and frankly, didn't care. All she could see was Scrooge, and she needed nothing else. She kissed his cheek when he was close enough, laughing a little more in happiness as they held each other.

Being able to melt such an icy woman - the party goers were stunned. Scrooge really could do anything, including making a cold woman charming! Maybe this marriage was the best thing for everyone.

They danced long into the night, with Magica ever reluctant to let Scrooge go. Many kisses were exchanged, and it was a celebration people would talk about for years to come.

... On that fateful day, Madam Bingap slowly opened the door to Scrooge's office. She was struggling to compose herself, the last of her sanity hanging by a thread. "Lord Scrooge... of course, you honor us with this proposal... but... but..."

Suddenly, without warning, she slammed her hand on his desk, looking like a madwoman. "You can't marry her! You can't, I won't allow it! I refuse to surrender you to my daughter, of all people! It's... it's not fair!"

A Lord de Bourgh did not flinch in shock, but Magica's mother almost made him do it. Without understanding, he stared at the woman who was completely out of composure.

"I'm afraid I don't understand Madame. I assure you, it is no burden for me."
He looked at her sternly and also in a disparaging way. "Never before have you been able to realize the true potential of your daughter. You should be proud of her instead of trying to speak ill of her to her future husband. With this perverse tutor and even Glomgold you wanted to marry her, but you don't like me?"

It was insulting.

She stared at him with wide eyes, her body shaking. "Don't like you... don't like you! Damn you!"

With that, she suddenly threw herself at him, trying to hold him, to press her body to his own. "I want you, Lord de Borugh! I've always wanted you! But when you made it clear you wouldn't settle for anyone, I gave up... but all of a sudden, my damned daughter is good enough for you?! But I'm not?!"

In a maddened rush, she grabbed Scrooge by his jacket and tried to force a kiss onto his lips.

Now she had really managed to surprise him. In the worst way she could have chosen. That this mad woman threw herself at his chest would normally have only brought her a tired, condescending smile. But that she insulted Magica in the same breath...

Actually, Scrooge did not use violence against weaker ones. The gender of the person had basically always been irrelevant to him. But when she tried to touch his lips, which were only reserved for Magica, he lost some of his composure.

He pushed the woman away from him and she fell to the ground. He didn't care.
"What has got into you? You want me? You wouldn't be able to survive even one day at my side. You are weak and pathetic."

His gaze was icy cold and showed no pity whatsoever for this woman. "The only thing you have ever achieved is your daughter and of all people you dare to speak so insultingly of her..."

He trembled with anger.

"Get out! I need neither your permission nor a dowry from you. I will bring Magica to my property today in the hope that she will never have to see you again!"

He never would have thought that he would despise anyone more than Glomgold. Wait...

He gazed in bewilderment at the frequent misery that crept around like a worm on his floor.
"You... YOU were the ones who brought Glomgold into the boat, you wanted to sell him Magica so she would be out of the way. So you had a "chance" with me...that was what the letter meant"

He was sick, in the end it had only been because of him that Magica never had a loving mother... he would repay her all the lost love a thousand times over...

She let out a cry as she fell to the floor, tears rolling down her face. She didn't care how pathetic or disgusting she looked, and she tried to cling to Scrooge's leg, even as he yelled at her.

"You don't understand! Having to watch all these years as she fawned over you, and you... you just let her in! You treated that child better than any other! My own flesh and blood was worth more to you than I was!"

She tried to pull him down, a last desperate effort. "I was running out of options! I made up that whole story so I could get rid of her... so you could look at me! How can you love her and not love me? I made her! She wouldn't be who she is without me! I deserve you, not her! I love you, I'll love you more than she ever could!"

She'd clearly thrown away logic, losing the last of her senses. As if this would somehow win him over and make everything "right".

Without mercy he grabbed the woman by the collar and tore her up so that she screamed in pain.
"You? You made Magica what she is? Magica already had more sense and finesse when I met her than you ever had to show."
He didn't scream, his voice was loud and cold but this being didn't even deserve to scream at her.
Scrooge was merciless.

"This "child" was the first and only person who ever showed interest in my person. At what makes me special, away from my money and reputation. When have you ever even tried to see more in me than Lord de Bourgh?"

His look was so full of hate that the woman trembled in his grip. "Magica was smart and inquisitive and with every year her strength and beauty just grew."
Honestly, how could he not rave about her?

"Yes, I love her more than anything else in the world. Not because she is young and beautiful, I wouldn't care if she was older than me, as long as she kept this fire of a personality!"

Scrooge let go of the collar so that the woman landed on the ground again.

"I love Magica and I guarantee you that I would kill for her. The only thing keeping you alive right now is the fact that you are her mother. But if you stay here any longer I could forget..."

Hot tears ran down the old woman's face, and it took effort for her to find her footing. "Damn you... damn you both! She'll never make you happy, I swear it!"

Humiliated and devastated, she fled from his office, slamming the door behind her. Nearby servants were surprised by all this noise, but no one tried to stop her. What a frightening woman - they'd be grateful never to see her again.

From that day on, she would no longer speak to her daughter, or even acknowledge her when they were in the same room together. But this wasn't a punishment - Magica couldn't care less. She'd make less and less occasion to see her mother, having finally cut that thorn out from her side. She didn't know about her mother's twisted feelings, and perhaps that was for the best.

Donald and Fethry helped transport Magicas belongings to Scrooges estate. So that she soon felt at home. Of course she had a few rooms of her own to retire to. But so far she had always slept in his bed, in his arms. But even if their kisses and touches went far beyond any decency, nothing more had happened between them yet again.

But this time not because of false restraint or fears. It had just happened so much that they enjoyed this peaceful time together. Especially Scrooge, who had to carry around alone what Magicas mother wanted to do to her.

He was happy to kiss her and stroke her tender body. His hand could stay all night on her soft breast without either of them feeling compelled to go on.
To be honest it was beautiful. They desired each other but now they finally had time to enjoy the closeness of each other to the fullest.
Scrooge realized that this was what they called love.

Her presence with him was a general balm for him. Nobody understood it as well as she did, to calm him down after a long, hard day. Of course Magica didn't let herself down either, she learnt and kept practicing. Never tired of improving, just like Scrooge.

He smiled as he remembered how she already knew as a young girl, she had been something 14, exactly how she could rebuild him.
It had been after one of those really hard conflicts with Glomgold. The kind he almost gave his life to. But except for a slight injury to his leg, he had escaped unscathed.

But he was stressed, tired and restless. Unfriendly and strict to his servants so that they preferred to avoid him rather than help him. But it was his own fault.

After almost a week he sank into his armchair one afternoon exhausted and could not find the strength to get up again.

Back then, Magica was learning how to be a proper adult in more ways than one. She was realizing that to get ahead in life, she needed to be a different person, depending on who she was talking to. As such, the only person she could be the real Magica around was, naturally, Scrooge.

She heard through the grapevine about his latest endeavor, and given his injury she understood why he hadn't come to see her for a while. But she became lonely, and worried - he didn't have much of a social life, and he tended to overwork himself. What would he do when he had no one to look out for him?

So she told a white lie to her parents, that Scrooge had invited her to come visit. They didn't dare question any order that came from him, after all. So she swiftly made off to the mansion, and this time lied to the servants - that her parents insisted she come! It was easy to use these people like puppets for her greater purpose.

She snuck around the mansion until she found exactly what she was looking for. If Scrooge simply saw her, he might get angry, given his bad mood and streak of misfortune. So... she had to lure him to her and lighten his spirits along the way.

That's way, early in the afternoon, Scrooge would hear the soft melody of his piano...

He had just closed his eyes to devote the rest of the day to his bad mood when he suddenly listened up. Someone was playing his piano!
The servants wouldn't dare and his nephew played miserably.
Enchanted by the perfectly played sounds, he stood up, left his study and went into the living room where the instrument was. Already on the way he felt the music relaxing and calming him down. Which was only possible because it was played with passion and perfection. Scrooge had a good ear for that. So actually only one person could sit at the piano...

A soft smile spread on his face as he entered the room and found Magica on the instrument as expected.

If anyone else had dared to enter his estate unannounced and touch his property, he would never have been able to set foot in society again.
Magica however was, as so often, the exception. His heart jumped joyfully when he saw her. The only person he could be himself with.

He remained standing unnoticed in the door frame until she had finished the piece.
Slowly he clapped his hands in order not to frighten her, as he walked towards her.
"That was enchanting, my dearest! It's been far too long since I was allowed to listen to your play."

Lovingly he put his hands on her shoulders. "Normally I would punish unauthorized intruders." He meant with gentle mischief in his voice. Of course he would never do anything to her even if she accidentally torched his house. He bent over and gave her a little kiss on the forehead.

He squatted in front of her to be at eye level with her. "Why are you here without saying anything?" He could have looked for hours into those waking eyes that always looked at him full of curiosity and inclination. He really felt comfortable with her.

Magica wasn't startled by his arrival - why would she be? After all, she was only playing for him. When she finished her piece and heard applause, she smiled at him, relieved that her simple playing at already eased him so.

At this young age, she was already helpless for him, though she had enough class not to show it... mostly. It was a fight not to blush as he touched her skin and kissed her forehead, melting under his embrace. If only she was a little bit older! Then he'd treat her like a woman he could court, instead of a child to entertain. Just a few years more...

She managed to calm her heart down, straightening her back. "I heard that you weren't accepting guests, after all the bad luck you've been having." She explained, gesturing to his injured leg. "So I... found a new loopholes to get around that." A creative way to say she lied to everybody.

She then rose to her feet. "And I instructed your servants to make me some tea, but I guess my appetite up and left me. You'll have to finish it off, if you don't want to waste it." She motioned to the hot kettle and cups waiting on a silver tray on a nearby table - another well-constructed lie, to make sure Scrooge's favorite brew had been waiting for him.

Now he also noticed the pleasant smell of his beloved nutmeg tea. He was pretty sure that not even his servants knew that this was his favorite. His smile became even more loving when he took her in his arms and put his forehead to hers.

"You really are a clever vixen Magica..." All the stress he had felt a few minutes ago was barely noticeable. This girl... no, this woman had developed empathic abilities towards him.

"For the future be assured, even if I order no one to see, you are excluded. Unless I also name you explicit! You are always welcome to me Magica..." He meant it, he just couldn't imagine a moment where he wouldn't be happy to see her. "Well, do you do me the honor of drinking tea with me?" His voice sounded again young and cheerful as it was his way when he was alone with her.

He wanted to get up... and realized that squatting down had been a bad idea with an injured leg. Sudden pain shot through his body and his leg just gave way under him. Of course Scrooge was an experienced martial artist and didn't just fall to the ground like a sack. Skilfully he caught himself with his hands in a kind of push-up position before he bounced.

Nevertheless he couldn't ignore the problem either. He sat down on the floor and looked at his leg. Yes, the wound was open again, fortunately not as bad as when it was fresh. But the leg had to be bandaged again. He sighed. What a shame, now he would have to call the servants. He would rather have stayed alone with Magica.

Magica was nearly purring from all the praise Scrooge bestowed on her. She wanted to snuggle up to him, sit on his lap and and act like a loving wife to a handsome husband. Of course her brilliant plan had worked, had there ever been any doubt?

But there was one tiny flaw in it - and that was Scrooge's own hubris. She blinked as he suddenly moved back, startled by his rapid movement. It took her a few seconds to figure out what had happened. "Oh, honestly, Scrooge..." She tsk'ed, taking him by the hands to help him back up - if he was going to rest, it should be in a chair!

Once he was properly seated, she knelt down by his legs. "If it was that bad, you shouldn't have gotten up in the first place." Never mind the fact she was the one who "made" him get up... bah, details! She didn't know where to find bandages in his house, so she had to make due - she untied the thick ribbon from her hair and used wrapped it around Scrooge's injury. She'd taken care of Fethry enough times to at least know how tight it should be. "There. You should stay right there for the rest of the day."

Scrooge stubbornly crossed his arms in front of his chest as she had helped him to sit down properly. "I'm used to pain and forgot I was injured..." He mumbled embarrassed. It was unpleasant to him that he had fallen in front of her, he wanted to be her radiant hero without fail and blame. On the other hand... he also knew that he didn't have to be embarrassed in front of Magica.

He swallowed a little as she loosened the bow in her hair so that it fell softly over her shoulders. Why was she already so pretty? Hardly looked like a child anymore, if he was honestly true, only the fact that he knew her for so long convinced him how young she was. He sighed with surrender and dropped his head on the backrest to look at the ceiling as she bandaged his leg, amazingly professional. What other skills did this young woman hide?

"Thank you..." He said when she had finished her work and lovingly stroked her hair. "Open hair looks really good on you..." He marbled casually without thinking much about it.

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Yes, more praise! Magica bit down a pleased giggle, resting her head and arms on his lap as he stroked her hair. It wasn't exactly the mature thing to do, but she still was technically young. She knew when she was all grown-up she wouldn't be able to do things like this anymore, so she might as well take the chances she could now.

"Mother wants it cut, but I'm thinking of growing it longer." She murmured, enjoying the feel of his fingers. He was so gentle and soft, she wanted to believe these were loving motions, and not just the tender acts of an "uncle" to a "niece". "When I was smaller, the other children would make fun of my hair color, and call me a witch... honestly, I can't wait to grow up so I can finally be around more mature people like you."

Sometimes late at night, she had fantasies where she was a witch, and with one snap of her fingers, she could get rid of anyone in her way... and make Scrooge fall in love with her. It was nice to dream.

"I wouldn't care if you were a witch..." He simply spoke on nonchalantly. "And your mother only proves every day anew how little she understands. Please, never feel compelled to change anything about yourself just because others want you to." He lifted her chin so she looked at him "In my eyes you are perfect, Magica."

Yes, she was perfect, apart from being so young. A little ashamed of his nightly fantasies he sometimes succumbed to. But he was a man of honour and intellect. It was clear to him that he could not stop his thoughts, but could very well determine his actions. He would never touch her in real life before she was at least of age. As beautiful as she was already, as much as her body had developed already. Her company was worth more than anything else.

It was futile to think anyway about what might be. With age she would forget him and his fantasy would be all he had left. So he enjoyed every second with this precious being at his side. He took a cup of hot tea and enjoyed the soothing effect of nutmeg. The pain in his leg slowly subsided and the bleeding stopped thanks to Magica.

"Come, don't kneel before me on the floor. Sit at the table with me and drink some tea. Would you like to play another duet with me later?"

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Magica felt her cheeks redden as he continued to compliment her. As far as she knew, he never talked to anyone else this way, and hoped he never would. Maybe it was selfish of her, but she didn't care. She wanted to keep Scrooge's praises all for herself - she earned them! She deserved them.

She would have liked to stay like this a little longer, but of course all good things come to an end. She rose to her feet and smoothed down her dress. "Of course I would... but, first and foremost..." She fetched herself a cup of tea, and took a seat near him.

"How did you injure yourself in the first place?" She asked after a quick sip. She always enjoyed his stories, and had a feeling this would be a good one. "It must have been impressive, to take down Scrooge de Bourgh."

Scrooge held his cup in his hand and stared past it at the floor " Impressive...maybe.... Glomgold is not my worst rival for nothing. Sometimes I think he'd fight fair he'd even have a chance." He laughed dryly for a moment. "But he'll never understand that."

He looked up and Magica straight into the eyes. "It was about the deal with a big business partner from China, quite a strange bird, but his partner creation gives you the best possible access to the Asian market. The man is an eccentric lover of racing. So the winner should be the one who first arrived at a certain destination. A race, so to speak, but actually more of an obstacle course. Glomgold does not attach much importance to physical training, he would not have had a chance in this special competition. What he quickly noticed.

Actually, no aids were allowed, but he suddenly pulled out a knife. "Lost in thought, he stroked Magica over her cheek as hespoke. Didn't want her to worry too much and calmed her down with this gesture.

"He stabbed me, actually he must have intended to do more damage to me. But thanks to my reflexes I was able to avoid him. But the ground was uneven, I fell, just like he did. But he took the chance to cut my leg with his knife before I got on my feet." Now a contented, gloating smile spread on his face. "Didn't expect that I could put on a bandage from shreds of clothes and overtake him despite the handicap, this sop."

Pride and mockery lament from his voice as he thought back about it. "Every step hurt as if a knife was rammed into my leg every time, and yet I won the race. You should have seen his stupid face." Yes, he liked to show off in front of Magica, so what about it? After all, he wasn't lying.

Within seconds, Magica was enraptured in the story. She loved these exciting tales, of thrills and dangerous enemies and interesting exploits. She was also envious that such opportunities were available to him - and never would be offered to her, simply because she was a woman.

She relished in his touch, even feigned a hint of worry in her face so he'd keep stroking her. While she was usually honest with him, she was by no means perfect.

"I wish I had," she admitted when the story was done, biting back a sigh. "I wish I could have been here... I could have been to all those places and more. And soon, you'll be off to another one..." And she'll have to wait and do nothing but more insipid lessons. "I'm really jealous of you, Scrooge. I can't help it, and it's not your fault... It's just... annoying..."

For a moment, he looked at her silently.

Then he started laughing and could hardly calm down.
"Oh my God, you wonderful woman..." He brought out between further laughter. "Everyone else would now sit in front of me whimpering and tell me how sorry they are. That I had to go through that but you..."

Slowly his laughter faded away and he managed to look her in the eyes properly. "...You understand me, you see the adventure behind it. The exciting life, not only the danger. Envy me to lead a life in which I barely escaped death..." He stood up, his leg carried him again thanks to the new bandage, and lifted her onto his arms to hug her firmly.

"You think like me," he kissed her on the forehead again, unfortunately everything he was allowed to do, and held her a little closer to his chest. "I promise, if your personality doesn't change with age, I will take you with me one day on at least one of my journeys! The world should not remain closed to a person like you, only because you are a woman".

It was rare to hear Scrooge laugh so loudly and openly, and as a result it caused Magica to laugh a bit too. She didn't understand how others couldn't enjoy these stories. They were so full of thrills and adventure, especially compared to the boring, stuffy lives here.

"You keep laughing like that, you'll open your wound again!" She chided him between breaths, quickly putting down her cup of tea before it could spill from shaking.

Then, before she knew it, she was in his arms - the warmest, safest place in the world. She sighed happily, gazing up at him in adoration. If only she was older, she would take his lips. Would she ever know their taste one day?

"Do you really promise?" She murmured, hands resting on his chest. "I swear, I won't change... I want to go everywhere with you, see all the things you've seen." She wanted to believe this could come true, but the nagging worry of him merely trying to coax a child still stayed with her. Even if he didn't mean it, she wanted to hold onto it. "I'll make it worth it. I'll learn all I can about the world, about money, about business... your traveling partner should never be a burden."

He sighed happily and gazed at her in adoration. If only she were older, he would take her lips. Would he ever know their taste one day?

A forbidden thought.

"Yes, I promise you! And Scrooge de Bourgh always keeps his word!"
Carefully he put her back on the ground.

"It has already become late. Would you like to stay with me tonight? If you like, we'll look at books and maps of the world and you'll tell me where you'd like to go? I will send a messenger to your family to inform them about your stay." He unconsciously held her hand. "And we still wanted to play something together!" Suddenly Scrooge was in such a good mood that he almost could have burst. Exhaustion and pain were forgotten.

His employees were surprised when sounds like "Ode to Joy" and other cheerful pieces of music sounded through the walls of Lord de Bourgh's estate.

Until even the two greatest adventurers had to realize that it was time to go to sleep.
Magica already had a regular guest room for herself.
Still in a good mood, Scrooge wished her a good night after leading her to her room.

Meanwhile tired but still visibly happy, he disappeared into his own room to get ready for the night.

Since he was normally alone, he rarely paid attention to whether his room door was closed.

It had been a long, happy day - almost too happy. Magica ad so much fun that even though the clocks said it was time to sleep, her body was still awake. But if she stayed up all night, she'd be a mess in the morning. She had to find a way to make her body shut down.

With that in mind, she slipped out of bed. Maybe a walk would wear her down, surely Scrooge wouldn't mind. He was probably already asleep.

Walking down the long, elaborate hallways,she noticed his door was open, and at first thought she could get away with a glance at his cute, sleeping face. But as she got closer, she noticed the candles were still lit... he was still awake.

She bit her tongue, smirking a bit. Well, what was the harm in a little peeking? It'd make her fantasies much more accurate. She made sure to stay as quiet as possible as she carefully poked her head around the corner, taking in what she could.

Mmmm~! Even at his age, he was still full of muscle and tone. Though she was young, little flickers of desire were starting to burn in her. Once she got an eyeful, she slowly slunk away before she could be spotted. Problem was, now she'd even have more difficult time trying to sleep! If only she never had to leave this mansion...

... But one day, she would leave, although not by choice. Several days into the marriage, Scrooge was out at a business meeting with his partners. Magica was home, catching up on her reading, when one of the servants interrupted, saying there was a guest at the door.

Then, it was chaos - the servant was knocked over, and Magica was attacked! A struggle ensued, and Magica knew she was no match for her captors. She only had one chance to make sure she'd be found! After the last tussle, she acted as if the last push was hard enough to shove her into the piano. Just as planned - she tucked the ribbon into the C key, smudging it with a bit of blood.

After that, she was dragged out and away...

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Scrooge often wondered how some people managed to run a business over the lack of brains they had. How pleased he was to return to his beloved, highly intelligent wife. He still had to smile when he used this name for Magica. His wife... that sounded simply heavenly. In a good mood he entered the living room where she normally was at this time and practiced playing the piano.

But no Magica far and wide, confused he looked around the room and saw feet sticking out behind the sofa.
Horrified, he had to realize that it was one of the servants who had just regained consciousness. On Scrooge's nervous question of where his wife was, he could only shake his head in confusion.

Now clearly more in panic Scrooge looked around more attentively, perhaps there were clues! He noticed that the carpet had slipped and a chair had tipped over, whatever had happened to Magica, she had resisted. Then his gaze fell on something pink on the piano. Her hair bow!
On closer inspection he noticed that it was wedged in the keys and there was blood on one.
C
At first he didn't understand. He played the note, but that didn't help him. Then he spoke it out loud. C... Ceeeeee... SEA?
Could it be that his Magica had thought so far? It was his only clue and he thought she could do it easily.

At the same time it became clear who was behind it, because nobody but himself had so much to do at the harbour as one: Glomgold...
If he was right, he had no more time. He ran off, snatched his horse from the stable boy that he had just left it with and rode off like the devil towards the harbour.

Please, don't let me be late, don't let anything happen to her! He prayed to all the gods and the universe itself.

He didn't want to live a life without Magica anymore. And that was probably exactly the reason why she had been kidnapped, to destroy him. Everything that happened to her was always his fault...

No, it was stupid to think so. He was not the one who hurt her, but his enemies and he would destroy any of them if it had to be to get Magica back.

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