Magica glared at him, angry - mostly because he was right, and she hated that. Another sigh as she straightened up. Where to begin? It really was difficult to pinpoint the exact time this whole thing snowballed...

"... The De Spells are a poor family, but we've made up for it by being more powerful than the average witch and warlock. But even in our world, money means everything. So my elders decided it would be for the best for me to marry a complete idiot, all because he and his kin are old money. I wanted no part of that... so I threw myself into making the Midas Amulet. Only then would I have 'real' power, the ability to make my own life without anyone controlling me."

It had worked... up to a point.