Magica rolled her eyes before walking away. If this woman had to ask, she probably already had her answer. Just focus on the money and future happiness... and that all these interlopers would someday leave. Then it would just be her, Poe, and Ratface again. As it should be. As it always would be.

That's what she wanted - so she told herself.

As for Poe, he was certainly not expecting to feel a sudden rush of magic in the area - especially not fae magic. He and his sister had been warned about those sort of creatures, so he swiftly went to the window to try and figure out what was going on. Color him surprised to see that it was the old millionaire as the cause! He frowned, though the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. A long-lived adventurer definitely had more luck on his side if his blood was sprinkled with fae blends... was it possible Scrooge didn't even know what was part of him? Poe wound up biting hard on his lower lip - his curiosity was piqued. It'd been so long since he could learn something new, his brain ached for lessons.