The large room had been emptied, and the whole floor was covered in written and painted symbols. It was dark, save for a few carefully placed candles, with one window's curtains parted to allow the moonlight to shine over a black cauldron that was bubbling away.
Quietly, Magica began to arise. She was in a different set of robes now - violet and crimson, with the patterns of red spider lilies. Her hair had been braided up, allowing it to flow over her shoulder. As she passed a candle, it was clear that hints of make-up had been applied - eye-shadow, blush - and Clara was at her side holding two items, the amulet and a small knife.
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The large room had been emptied, and the whole floor was covered in written and painted symbols. It was dark, save for a few carefully placed candles, with one window's curtains parted to allow the moonlight to shine over a black cauldron that was bubbling away.
Quietly, Magica began to arise. She was in a different set of robes now - violet and crimson, with the patterns of red spider lilies. Her hair had been braided up, allowing it to flow over her shoulder. As she passed a candle, it was clear that hints of make-up had been applied - eye-shadow, blush - and Clara was at her side holding two items, the amulet and a small knife.
Magica took one glance at Scrooge, then away.