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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[richestduck]

It was a struggle to keep his face neutral when what he wanted to do was scowl and curse. He had nearly saved up enough to buy the building containing his bookstore when the strange woman had paid the landlord quadrupled what he'd quoted Scrooge. Scrooge had ultimately been forced to sell his entire stock given he wasn't able to find a storefront anywhere close enough to be able to transport his goods swiftly. (He suspected the same woman had bought up his entire stock.)

"I'll do my best," he said, voice glacially-calm.

Did he want this job? No, but his hand had been forced.

And, oh, did he loathe that.