Magica De Spell (
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happilyeverbeginning2020-10-27 06:52 pm
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he was a sk8ter boi she said see you later boy (scrooge x magica)
If Magica's older brother had actually been on time to pick her up from school for once, she would have been stunned. With the building almost completely empty at this hour, Magica continued playing on her phone, sitting on a bench outside. She could have easily waited for a bus or called a cab, but truth be told she was in no rush to get home. She hated her home. She hated her family. There was very little she didn't hate.
Still, it was getting a little chilly, and at this rate her phone would soon be dead. She sighed, contemplating calling Poe, but knowing it'd make little difference. He'd get there... eventually, if he didn't have another DUI wreckage on the way there.
She shook her head, trying to dispel her thoughts and concentrate on the phone, keeping up to date on the latest trends and fashions, like a good De Spell was supposed to. As such, she was oblivious to any company that was heading her way.
Still, it was getting a little chilly, and at this rate her phone would soon be dead. She sighed, contemplating calling Poe, but knowing it'd make little difference. He'd get there... eventually, if he didn't have another DUI wreckage on the way there.
She shook her head, trying to dispel her thoughts and concentrate on the phone, keeping up to date on the latest trends and fashions, like a good De Spell was supposed to. As such, she was oblivious to any company that was heading her way.

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Scrooge swallowed, feeling a bit sick. "Maybe this was a bad idea. She's...Magica."
"Yes, she is," she agreed. "But she might be interested. Who knows? Ask her."
His palms were sweating, he was barely keeping his knees from knocking. Why oh why out of every other girl in the bloody school did he have to develop a horrible crush on Magica De Spell of all people?!
Hortense showed her support by shoving him towards Magica, giving him no further chance to think better of things and walk away.
He stumbled towards her, catching himself before he ran into her. He glared back at his baby sister who gave him a "well, what are you waiting for?" look. He sighed and cleared his throat, hating how his accent thickened just a bit in his nervousness. "Magica?"
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Scrooge McDuck. A nobody. One of her usual victims when it came to pushing others around - but unlike most of them, he always stood his ground and wasn't ashamed to bite back. Despite his poor background, he was actually pretty good-looking. His grades were usually top-notch too. Then there was that time she'd caught a look at his muscles during P.E. And he could be funny.
... Okay, so maybe he wasn't as much a "nobody" as she'd like people to believe. Truth of the matter was, when she had a boyfriend of the week, she often pretended there was someone else between her legs, and it often took biting her tongue to keep from crying out his name.
She wouldn't define it as a "crush", because that was for children.
She then looked back at her phone. "What do you want?"
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It was a Halloween Dance and everyone knew it, but it wasn't correct to call it that anymore. (And this year they even banned costumes. Phooey on them.)
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"I haven't decided. It's totally lame, but I might not have anything better to do that night."
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He glanced towards his sisters, Matilda motioning encouragingly. He swallowed and looked back to Magica.
"Maybe ye might want to go with...me?"
How was he not standing in a pool of his own sweat at this point?
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Magica slowly lifted her head from her phone, actually giving him her full attention and full face. The shock on her face was pretty evident.
"... Are you asking me out? On a date?"
Her voice was... unusually soft, instead of accusatory. Her heavy make-up was perfect for hiding any hints of blushing.
It was a bet. It was a prank. It was a joke. He couldn't have been serious, right?"
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He swallowed again, opening his mouth to speak but nothing coming out. Then he nodded his head.
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Then her phone beeped. On pure instinct, she checked it.
On my way. Sit in the back, I'm picking up my girl after this. Don't talk to her and embarrass me like always. If you mention the bottles in the back to mom and dad, you'll regret it.
... What had she been thinking? That this was some insipid kids movie where true love conquered all? This was reality. Her family wouldn't allow this, and then they'd do all in their power to wipe the slate clean, even if that meant harming Scrooge's family. Nothing was allowed to humiliate the De Spells.
Magica closed her eyes tightly, trying to close her heart off as she stood up. "And what? You'd pick me up in some run-down, beat-up excuse for a car? And let me guess, all dressed up in your dad's hand-me-downs for a night on the town? Who do you think I am?" She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she stood up, not daring to look at him.
"Magica De Spell doesn't go slumming for dates. How about you try again when you have an actual dime to your name?"
Add "herself" to the list of things she hated. But the stabs had been necessary, to make sure he didn't try any desperate attempts to win her over. He needed to get over her, pronto. For his own sake.
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He'd expected rejection. He wasn't good enough to date a rich girl like her. But to be ground so thoroughly into the ground...
He shoved his hand into his pocket, by pure sick coincidence finding a dime there. He clenched his hand around it into a first, as if he could infuse the metal with the memory. However, he said nothing else, simply lowering his head slightly, turning, and walking back to his sisters.
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The tears came fast, streaming down her cheek, and she wound up stumbling before falling to her knees, biting her hands so she wouldn't wind up screaming from her sobs. When Poe finally did pick her up, he called her every name in the book as she crawled inside, still crying.
She wouldn't be going to the Harvest Dance after all - in fact, she'd be a no show at school for several days due to "illness".
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"Magica De Spell doesn't go slumming for dates. How about you try again when you have an actual dime to your name?"
He'd been so stupid! He should've never even tried! What had he thought would happen? She'd give him a chance, see him with fresh eyes? She loved being rich. Why would she date someone as poor as him? He had big plans, sure, but right now they were just plans. There was no guarantee for the future.
His hand clenched around the dime again. No guarantee, no, but he'd make it work. Somehow. One day she'd look up, see him with more money than she could count, and beg for him. And then he'd be the one considering spending time with her slumming it!
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High school reunions weren't seen as a huge deal in Duckburg, more like something to do when there wasn't a good movie in the theaters. Still, for some it was nice to reunite with old friends, and gossip about others. While ages and jobs had changed, some personalities clearly hadn't.
This time around, there were two subjects of discussion. The first was Scrooge McDuck - no one in school had seen or heard from him in years, and now all of a sudden he showed up for a reunion? What a dork. Probably still a poor man who grew up from a poor home.
The second was Magica De Spell, mostly for the envious fact that she looked even more beautiful than she did in high school. She walked alone, no ring on her finger or man on her arm, much to the delight of several interested men. But her eyes were distant, as if she was barely there at all. Judging from her fancy dress, she was still rich, perhaps more-so now.
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He walked with a limp, glancing around at everyone through the spectacles perched on his beak. He was older but...distinguished...somehow. He also arrived unaccompanied, but that was to no one's surprise at all.
He gave nods of greeting before settling himself off to one side in a chair, watching the party.
Or, to be more accurate, waiting for his cue. The benefactor of the party was going to be announced after all, and he had a special role to play in it.
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Magica bit her lower lip, her chest aching. She'd been hoping and dreading that he'd come. But... she was free now. Or at least for the most part. Her parents couldn't interfere as badly as they could before, and she could even protect him now with her money.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen..." The old principal was shuffling note cards at the podium, tapping the microphone to get everyone's attention. "Thank you all for attending, it's so good to see all of your faces again. We'd also like to give an especially big thank you to this evening's benefactor, for whom we couldn't be serving this great food, drink, and... well, everything, to be quite honest..."
She began to weave through the crowd, trying to make her way towards him. This was an apology more than a decade in the making.
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Underneath his coat and around his neck hung the little Dime that had served as so much inspiration to keep going no matter what heartbreak he might suffer. Only now it would have the memory of this moment of complete and utter triumph enshrined in it.
He could hardly wait.
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The principal continued to read off his cards. "So, I'd like us all to give a big thank you and round of applause to our benefactor..." he trailed off, blinking wildly. Was this right? He squinted, rubbed his glasses, checked again. The name was still there.
"... S... Scrooge... McDuck?"
The entire old class went silent.
For about five seconds.
It was the "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" heard 'round the world.
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He reveled in their shock. Oh, he was so glad this was being video recorded! To be able to pause and just memorize every one of these pompous assholes' utter disbelief was the best gift he could've given himself.
"First of all, I want to apologize for missing the previous reunions. I was a bit busy and couldn't spare the time. To make up for it, I offered the services of one of my best hotels in Duckburg including full catering and open bar at no expense to you all! I'm glad to see so many of you are enjoying yourselves!"
He saw one of them swallow thickly.
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Speaking of bullies... Magica was also in awe. But unlike the others, she wasn't fretting in horror. Instead, she was one of the incredibly few people smiling at this news - even fewer that hers was genuine. He'd really done it! He'd always gone on about how he'd make something of himself... and he'd really succeeded. More than that, really.
She was genuinely happy for him. He deserved the win, for she didn't doubt for a second he'd earned every penny.
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"Excuse me a moment." He retrieved his cellphone, flipping it open to read the message. His grin broadened. "I was hoping I'd be able to announce this as well tonight. Looks like I get my wish! The acquisition of Biomia Medical Electronics raised the stock price of McDuck Enterprises enough to make it official: I'm now the richest duck in the world!"
Those last eight words earned largely silence except for a peal of cheers from people who had been in the poorer set during school. To see someone at the very bottom make it to the very top of the ladder? It was like karma was finally smiling on them.
"So I invite everyone to please eat and drink your fill! Enjoy yourselves! You've the entire weekend to recover!" There were chuckles both extremely pleased and somewhat desperate. "Oh, and, Frank. Excuse me, Franklin..." Scrooge's gaze fell on one man who looked like he was seconds from fainting, the man in his youth typically hating being called by a nickname. "...I'll see you in my office on Monday!"
With that, Scrooge picked up a glass of champagne from a rather smug-looking server. He raised it up.
"Salud!" he toasted before downing his glass, setting it back on the tray, and walking back to his earlier seat, laughing.
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Magica inhaled deeply, then once more tried to head for Scrooge. While everyone else was trying to make a decision, she'd made up her mind even before his big announcement.
"Scrooge?"
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'She's likely married by now. Probably had a few kids. Barely holding her looks together with makeup and plastic surgery.'
He turned around and had his mental image of her shattered, burned, and then spread to the four winds.
Gods, she looked even more gorgeous now...!
"...Magica De Spell."
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She offered a hand, her own covered in lacy gloves. "Congratulations. I think you became a celebrity, idol, hero, and folk legend all in one fell swoop."
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"Yes, well, I've developed a bit of a flare for the dramatic." He gave a tight smile, desperately reigning in the besotted-yet-heartbroken teen he'd once been. "I'm afraid I've been too busy to keep up with everyone. What have you been up to all these years?"
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"Nothing as terribly exciting as you've been, I'd imagine... but I have managed to crawl out from the De Spell Department shadows. I'm actually the head of Amelia Publishing now." A high and rising company for sure, but definitely nowhere near any of Scrooge's ranks.
She began to pull her hand away, albeit reluctantly. "... I owe you an apology."
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The mention of an apology made his brain snap back to that horrible attempt at asking her out.
"What for?" he asked, somehow managing to keep his voice light.
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