Scrooge glanced up from his bow to see Magica rush into the stranger's arms. He'd had no idea that the coven was led by two people, not just one. The familial relationship between the pair was more than obvious by just their looks alone. He wished he could ask questions of Magica about it.

'It's not my place to question,' he sharply reminded himself, lowering his head once more. 'It's my job to obey.'

Very likely he'd be sleeping on the hearth in the library tonight. Magica and her brother likely had a lot to catch up on, and Scrooge wouldn't dare sleep in the slaves' quarters if he could avoid it. Even with the distelfink on him, there was no guarantee that one of the slaves might find a way around the hex.