Magica de Spell (
blackmagicduck) wrote in
happilyeverbeginning2019-03-13 09:24 pm
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There's a strange exhilaration / In such total detestation (scrooge x magica)
Magica's fingers strummed on the desk. Without her phone, she was bored as sin. Her long nails made clacking sounds on the desk, echoing in the empty classroom. Once she got her phone back, the school would pay dearly for this. You didn't give detention to Magica De Spell! So what if she was texting in class? It wasn't like she was learning anything important. They should feel privileged she was there.
But nooo, miss whats-her-face actually reported her to the principal, and here she was. She grumbled, glaring at the clock - time moved way too slowly when you were being punished. How could this get any worse?
The door opened, and she straightened up - maybe someone had used their few brain cells and knew to get her out of there. Nope - instead, things did indeed get worse as she saw one of the teachers shoving Scrooge McDuck into the room.
Great. Fantastic. Add to her punishment, why don't you. She rolled her eyes, leaned back into her seat and propped her legs on the desk.
"What did they send you in here for?" She sneered. "Is being a buzzkill a crime now?"
But nooo, miss whats-her-face actually reported her to the principal, and here she was. She grumbled, glaring at the clock - time moved way too slowly when you were being punished. How could this get any worse?
The door opened, and she straightened up - maybe someone had used their few brain cells and knew to get her out of there. Nope - instead, things did indeed get worse as she saw one of the teachers shoving Scrooge McDuck into the room.
Great. Fantastic. Add to her punishment, why don't you. She rolled her eyes, leaned back into her seat and propped her legs on the desk.
"What did they send you in here for?" She sneered. "Is being a buzzkill a crime now?"

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That was part of why he planned to stay on the straight-and-narrow after all.
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Honestly, as if he hadn't figured it out. Matilda was sweet as honey but it also meant she could be downright poison when she set her mind to it. McDuck rage was in her veins, but she was the scariest of the three siblings when she decided to bring the claws out.
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Unlike Magica, he didn't have a cellphone. Too expensive though when he moved out, he figured it would be a good regular expense to build his credit up and also to keep in touch with his family.
Speaking of, unlike Magica, there were people waiting for him.
Matilda and Hortense stood at the end of the hallway. Matilda smiled a bit apologetically at her brother while Hortense was already rushing over to ask him for details on how he laid the quarterback out flat.
He couldn't help the fond smile crossing his face, softening his entire demeanor.
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... Click.
It was important to keep note of your enemy's movements. So, it was logical to take a picture of Scrooge's (cute) face and then slink away before he noticed. Totally logical.
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Volunteer work probably wasn't most teens' choice of afterschool activities, but it was a good way to earn a reputation without the expense of clubs. He didn't have a good social reputation, but nobody could argue that he didn't work hard.
So a Saturday spent cleaning up the area near the creek was a good way to both make the area nice and prove that he was more than what people expected. So he'd put on clothes that were a bit too tight in places and an even crappier pair of shoes than normal to go get dirty.
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"But it's not FAIR!" Magica was snapping into her phone. "Do something about it! Do you have any idea how hot it is out here? And what if the girls find out? I'll never live it down!" She was storming back and forth over a small bridge over the creek. As usual she was dressy and pretty, and in no way looking as one would to pick up trash.
"Don't you dare hang up on me! Don't you-" But apparently they already had, given Magica's follow-up screech.
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He walked over to her, trying not to rub his temples.
"Magica, what are you even doing here?"
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She turned around, ready to bark and bite and him -
Helloooooooo Nurse!
T-Shirts were not supposed to look that good on anybody, and of course a cheapskate like him was wearing something so small and thin and tight that it... showed... off... a lot...
So he really had been hiding a six-pack.
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"Oh great. You're one of those," Scrooge sighed, now rubbing at his temples. He glanced over her. "You're not dressed for this at all. Are those heels?"
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... Until she heard a "splash" from below.
"My phone!" She yelped, running to the side, and groaning at the sight of it in the creek. "Oh, gross!"
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If he was going to go retrieve the stupid thing, he didn't want to be completely soaked.
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AND HE WAS STRIPPING.
Why. Why. Why why why hello hello hello. She stared, eyes nearly bulging out of her head. You could grate cheese on those abs. "W-what are you...?"
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He also removed his shoes, not wanting to have the awful squelching. (He would've gone barefoot but he hadn't wanted to step on a rusty nail in all the garbage.) Rolling up his pant legs, he vaulted over the side of the bridge and dropped down into the creek with a splash. His pants got a little wet, but his chest definitely would've taken a direct hit given how he'd bent his knees to land and had bent over his knees in the process.
He then reached down into the water to retrieve the phone, picking it up and giving it a shake to try and get some of the water out.
"Might want to put it in a bag of rice for a few days to make sure it dries out, but it should be all right."
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He seemed to be more focused on the phone than on her, which was a relief as she was licking her lips at the nice view. Would she get away with it if she dropped something like that again later?
"Rice. Yeah. Sure. Good. I'll get on that." Woof woof.
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His shirt he could get in a minute.
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It took her a moment to realize what he was demanding, and for once she didn't complain. She grabbed both shoes and dropped them down. "Bon voyage."
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He then waded over to the shore and put on his first shoe to step on shore with. Then he balanced on one foot to shoe the other one and start walking back to her.
He pulled her phone out of his pocket and held it out to her. "Here. Lucky for you, it didn't land on its screen. Be a little more careful next time."
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He clearly didn't have one, so maybe he didn't know how they worked.
"Let me make sure it still works." She said as she took it, holding it up as if to inspect it.
Click.
"Hm. I suppose it does."
Definitely saving that for a lonely cold night.
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She was probably going to delete that photo anyway. He turned away to walk over to his shirt and pick it up to put it back on.
"You're not really dressed for being outside. You're gonna get filthy."
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"I thought I'd just make an appearance, then pay off some of these idiots to say I was here, but they were all so uncooperative!" Their fault, clearly.
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He tapped his foot. If she worked in the weeds with those heels, she was liable to hurt herself.
"I'll work in the weeds while you get what's along the path. That's more or less even and less chance of you twisting your ankle."
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"What about you?" She shot back. "Did you beat up anymore jocks to earn your place on the chain gang?" She assumed he was here as punishment not as a volunteer.
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