So stay away from me / the beast is ugly (scrooge x magica)

[lifesa_witch]

 The carriage ride was so long that by the time the horses stopped, night had already settled in. It was a full moon, allowing the stone pathway to be illuminated. The rider said nothing, simply taking Scrooge's bags and walking on ahead. With any luck, this wouldn't be a return trip - but luck had died long ago in this place.

In the distance, one could hear the caws of several ravens, far away in the dark forests. It was difficult to see the house in the darkness, but it was certainly large and grand. Definitely belonging to someone of high class and lots of money. After all, it was part of the reason Scrooge was here.

Another servant was at the door, waiting for them.

"Either look her in the eyes," he warned, "or have them stay on the floor. Never anywhere else. Just keep your introduction and qualifications short. it is..." He hesitated, glancing backwards. "Often too easy to stoke her anger. And lastly... never ask questions."

Some of these things had probably been told to Scrooge before - he'd been recommended the job, after all. Granted, the recommendation came with the mysterious woman buying up his shop like it was nothing. Still, it seemed at least the servants wanted this to go well.

Whatever "this" was... it was about to begin, if he was ready to enter.

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[lifesa_witch]

"A few days extra could be a few more days longer in this body!" She stomped one foot. "Look at me, I can't even feed myself like this!"

[richestduck]

"Will you die?" he asked sharply, pitiless.

She might be extremely wealthy, but she needed to be reminded that the world did not revolve around her.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica snarled, her foot digging into the floor... but she slumped onto the bed, unable to even cross her arms, cheeks puffed up as she pouted.

Hard to argue against that when she said no less than five minutes ago she was grateful he didn't pity her.

[richestduck]

He nodded.

"I promise you in seven days I will be all packed up and ready to begin immediately," he told her. "And I'll be all yours until the task is complete. I'll even sign a contract to that effect. If something isn't going to be delivered on time, I'll have made arrangements in that time for it to be sent to someone else's shop. Will that suffice?"

[lifesa_witch]

Grumble grumble grumble.

"Seven days." She replied with a mutter. "If you're even an hour late, I'll throw you back out into the streets, and have the whole bookstore demolished!"

She wouldn't, but she needed to regain some sense of power, even if it was delusional.

[richestduck]

"Seven days and not a moment more," he told her, bowing mockingly.

[lifesa_witch]

He'd best be careful. She had one defense and she was going to enjoy using it whenever the opportunity came up.

"I should hope not. It'd be a shame to disappoint your goddess."

[richestduck]

His eye twitched. "I said you looked like a goddess, not were one."

[lifesa_witch]

"Oh, so this is something you tell all the girls back at your little shop?" It had nothing to do with anything. Needling him was just too entertaining.

[richestduck]

He growled in frustration. "Do we have a deal or not? In seven days, we pick up where we left off with the same agreement as before?"

[lifesa_witch]

"Oh, you're no fun." She sighed, waving her arm. "Of course we have a deal."

[richestduck]

"Excellent. I'll see you then."

He turned to leave. Well, here they went again. Should prove interesting.

[lifesa_witch]

"... Thank you."

If Scrooge dared to look back to see if she'd actually said anything, he'd only see Magica looking away, casually inspecting her own dress, pretending.

[richestduck]

Scrooge didn't look back to spare her dignity. He'd heard her and that was enough.

He left the bedroom and shut the door behind himself, his fond smile turning to a smirk as he saw how many servants were cleaning that one particular hallway.

[lifesa_witch]

Just ignore all that innocent whistling.

Clara, at least, cleared her throat to approach him. "Your room will be ready for you by the time you get back."

[richestduck]

"Thank you, Miss Clara. I appreciate it," he told her sincerely, valiantly fighting to suppress a sudden fit of laughter and barely managing to succeed.

[lifesa_witch]

"Do you wish to use the carriage on your return home?" Still pretending they hadn't overheard a single word.

[richestduck]

"If it isn't too much trouble. It's a bit of a walk for me. Not impossible but the cold weather's bothering my leg."

[lifesa_witch]

"It's no trouble at all. Let's be off." She waved for one of the other servants, who was the rider for the horses, and walked on.

[richestduck]

Scrooge followed Miss Clara out, once again helping her into the carriage before he climbed in himself. He leaned back in his seat, sighing with relief. Standing and yelling at Magica had not been fun when his leg was already constantly complaining about the weather.

"Is it sad that I'm most looking forward to the hot bricks I know will be in my bed until spring?" Scrooge asked wryly.

[lifesa_witch]

"I can hardly blame you." Look who he was talking to, after all. "You do seem to be a miracle worker."

[richestduck]

Scrooge chuckled. "I wouldn't say that. It's not miracles. It's sheer stubbornness."

[lifesa_witch]

"Either way, I hope it works out for the best." She looked out the window. "For you and her."

[richestduck]

Scrooge nodded. "And for everyone else involved would be a nice boon. I'm hoping that getting her to stop turning everything to gold will make things easier."

[lifesa_witch]

"I'm still surprised you managed to get her to agree to that." Clara admitted. "She'd been working on that amulet for years."