"You got it. Mingling with mortals makes us seem weak." She looked at the bubbling water of the cauldron. "They really don't get it... that deep down, there's not much difference between mortals and magics."

It was a deep, thoughtful sentiment...

... That was ruined by an explosion at the window. Magica yelped, the cauldron splashing her with multicolored water. Ratface cawed, trying to hide, and the smoke began to settle, revealing three shadowy figures - a taller, older woman, a small child, and...

"MAGI-POO!"

Magica froze. "... Oh, my luck cannot be this bad."