Magica had been slipping off her high heels, ready to retreat to a warm bath and chocolates... until she heard that voice.

No! How? It hadn't even been that long! Scowling, she looked around - no servants in sight. Likely they'd all suddenly been given the urge to leave early. "What do you want!" She spat, throwing her heels down on the floor. "I'm nowhere near dying, naturally or otherwise!"