Ugh, they were going to make this an ordeal, weren't they? Couldn't these busybodies leave well enough alone? This was just a job to them, they wouldn't have to live here. Family crests and names meant nothing to them. Judging by the snarl on her lips, she was ready to say something terribly bitter.

But Poe came to the rescue, running his fingers through Magica's hair - a reliable way of calming his little sister. "How about they put a raven in the design? It could be quite lovely, maybe a whole flock of them."

That appeared to placate her, for now. "... Maybe."