As for the twins, Magica was in disbelief over what Poe had to say. If Scrooge was really that wealthy, what did he have to gain by throwing all this money away to help the Spells? What possible profit could he gain from it? None of this made any sense at all. It would be nice to trust his miracle man, but how could you trust what you didn't understand?
But nothing could be done about it now - they'd given their word, and he was there to stay until the Spells were up to date with 2022... which wasn't something they were entirely sure they wanted. Change was frightening. The day had been so busy, neither of them felt like they could get any sleep, once the sun had started setting.
Poe retreated to the library, rereading the same texts over and over. Magica went to the abandoned study, where an old record player skipped on the same beats as she danced with her shadows - an old exercise that stayed with her since her childhood.
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But nothing could be done about it now - they'd given their word, and he was there to stay until the Spells were up to date with 2022... which wasn't something they were entirely sure they wanted. Change was frightening. The day had been so busy, neither of them felt like they could get any sleep, once the sun had started setting.
Poe retreated to the library, rereading the same texts over and over. Magica went to the abandoned study, where an old record player skipped on the same beats as she danced with her shadows - an old exercise that stayed with her since her childhood.