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“A curse?” The newcomer responded with surprise, it was not a choice but a repetition of what was previously said. Could that kind of thing really be sold? The ‘evil’ triplet wish it wasn’t one of those things like a possessed doll or something, that was really bad. This woman, Magda, was an interesting individual in Louie’s eyes. Why didn’t his uncle talk about her? “They can be a bit annoying, so something that surprises them?” A lie, he would never use anything to hurt Dewey and Huey physically or emotionally, but to get information one had to follow a role and watch the words. “That’s not gonna be cheap, isn’t it? How am I supposed to pay for a spell or a curse, ma'am?" The fingers tightened around the marble for strength, keeping his gaze so as not to waver.

          Magda smiles slightly. “A curse, yes,” she says, eyes drifting to different herbs around her shop. Herbs and stones and powders and elixirs... “Often made with some simple consequences, I assure you. I’m not the sort of witch,” she says, emphasizing the word, “who would give out proper curses to just anyone.” She looks at him pointedly, as if scandalized at the thought. That her magic was simply sold at a market price. 

          Her eyes light up, and Magda claps her hands in a bit of delight. “Oh, I see! Well, nothing too dangerous, I’m assuming. A harmless prank, is it?” Of course she wouldn’t give Louie anything too malicious. She wanted him to trust her. To allow her some confidence. “What about something simple, then?” He mentions payment, and Magda scoffs. “Oh, please. You’re young, aren’t you. Save your money, dear. I’ll get you something small -- like a trial run, if you will. To see if you like magic -- yes? Now, what kind of simple, harmless spell would you like? Sibling squabbles can be quite interesting with a little... magic in the mix.”

A shrug of the shoulders was all the answer he dared to give without taking his eyes off the woman for a single moment. Louie was not there by chance, for some reason that place and that woman’s name had appeared in one of Scrooge’s documents and the boy had been very curious to know the reason for that. “Relax, it’s not like I’m going to steal or something.” Grabbing the lucky marble that was deep in his pocket, his arm was in charge of opening the door where an endless number of different smells that surely came from those supposed spells flooded the nostrils. Taking a look, Louie decided to turn to the owner with some caution. “I plan to stay here and see if I can get something for my brothers.” That was a lie, but it was the only excuse that came to mind. “My name is Louie Duck, I am the nephew of Scrooge McDuck.” Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go straight ahead, but there was no going back.

          “ No, no, I didn’t think you would. Besides, it’s no use to me if you steal something that you don’t know how to use, ” the woman replies, her smile rather casual. But she invites him in -- welcomes him, and she doesn’t really mind. It’s Louie Duck, wasn’t it? The problem one? Oh. That confirms it. Magda, in reply, merely smiles, nods, bows a little -- as a humorous joke. “ I see... and what sort of item would you like for your brothers? Spell or curse? ” She should not be offering curses to children, but she certainly could offer one to a McDuck -- even if he was only related by a distance. 

“Oh, it’s you, again.” Magda smiled, warmly as she can. As warmly as Magdalena de Spell could. “And how are you this fine day... Webby, was it?”

“Oh, well don’t look so happy to see me,” he said with a smirk. She didn’t seem fully annoyed by his presence but she definitely didn’t seem entirely pleased either. “Sure, sounds good. Just don’t poison me, or that’ll make things a little more awkward for both of us,” Bill gave a slight wink as he walked toward the back, looking at all the different tonics and potions and charms and… well it almost seemed everything Magda had lying around. “Impressive stock you have around here. Sometime you’ll have to tell me what all these things do,” he knew some, obviously, but definitely not as much as Magda when it came to these sorts of things. Not that he’d fully admit that ever, though.

She cast a glance at him. Something of her own spell -- stern, but amused. “I’m... more tired, than anything...” She says, though the way she says it does not indicate exhaustion. It more indicates irritation, and general exasperation. Mostly, she found, at the other people dwelling on the island. And mostly younger folk at that. “But... not too tired for your particular brand of chaos. And you needn’t worry about me poisoning you,” she adds, as he walks back. “It wouldn’t do me any good to lose a partner in conversing.”

Her fingers deftly pick at the herbs to mix the teas -- she did like tea as it was, though she wouldn’t want anyone to accuse her of being soft for the fact. Magda mixes the tea and brings it back on a tray, usually used for mixing elixirs. Small sigils were marked in the sides... “So... you said we have things to discuss? Here, have this,” she says, handing him the teacup. “I must say, I haven’t known you to be the type to seek me out for any sociable means. What could this be about?”

He entered the store, walking up to the counter. “So this is your shop,” he said, looking around. He gave a small nod, like he approved of it. “How’s business going, Ms. de Spell? And how are you. It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you; we should catch up. A lots happened since we’ve last spoke.”

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She’s heard the little shop bell chime -- and Magda looked up from her mixing. Mixing a tonic, a potion? No... rather... the herbs for a charm. It was Mr Cipher, and, in general, she didn’t mind him. But here... “Ah, yes. Welcome... I suppose I’ve been well, considering all.” She raises an eyebrow -- just the one -- at him. They should... catch up? Sounded like trouble. And Magda liked trouble. “Hmm, I see. Well, in that case, would you like to take a seat in the back room? I’ll be with you in a moment, and I can bring you some tea...”

She crosses her arms. Looks him up and town... “You... remind me of someone else,” Magda says, and it isn’t insulting or enthusiastic. In fact, it was more a neutral observation. “Have we met?”

“Have you possibly seen a bag laying around here?” Luz was quick to question the nearest person she saw in the park, a look of panic on her face. She couldn’t believe she forgot her backpack, or that she now couldn’t find it. “I really need what’s in there back, and I can’t find it anywhere. It’s purple and white..” 

          Hm? Oh. Children. Badgering or asking or... whatever it was they did. Magda looked up at the girl, panic setting into her features. It really wasn’t any concern of Magda’s if the girl found her bag or not, but Magda -- oh. -- she really didn’t want to hear this girl’s complaints much longer. “I haven’t seen it, no. But... I could help you find it -- if you need? You wouldn’t happen to have anything that was in the bag recently, have you? On your person... perhaps I can be of assistance. With a... trick or two... up my sleeve.”

Sitting at the front check out area of the pawn shop with her feet up on the counter, Eda casually flipped through a magazine as she waited for the next customer to show up. Thankfully it wasn’t long before a hoot rang through the building - the alarm she’d set to go off whenever a new person entered. “Welcome!” she called out, turning her head to smile wildly at whatever new customer was here. “Looking for anything specific today? Want to see our daily deals? Here for a little something extra?”

          An... owl. That’s what that was... the sound of an owl as the bell? Well this was going to be fun. Magda glanced round the place, eyeing the different oddities and things that lined the walls. It was cozy, in a sense. Until Magda nearly jumped, seeing a woman with the widest smile and a loud -- excited -- welcome. “Hmmm, oh, no. Nothing specific. I’d never been in here -- thought it would be good to stop by.” Magda didn’t love excitement, even if it could be interesting. In actuality, Magda had heard a thing or two about Eda -- and was more curious about the woman herself, than any sorts of things on the shelves. Though... the very nature of Eda’s business was... certainly a temptation to Magda’s brand of magic. “By all means, I’d love to hear what your daily deals are.”

danny stops in his tracks, frozen not because he was caught but because thank God he finally was. “fair, subtlety isn’t really my strong suit.” it’s true, danny quite literally stumbles his way through life. also, if he wanted to sneakily follow her, he’d just use his ghost powers, he imagines that’s what they’re for. “you can keep going now, I’ll hide behind a tree this time if it helps.” for once danny doesn’t feel absolute dread and unease in this conversation, emboldened by te fact that this is kind of his element. and while he’s made a career out of searching for the supernatural and paranormal he can’t deny that meeting a witch is kind of exciting.

Magda rolled her eyes... but she isn’t entirely rude about it. On the contrary, she is mildly amused by him. Him and his antics. “Do you really want to walk behind me all the way to the supermarket? Because... if that’s your investigative schtick, I won’t get in the way. But seems awfully boring to me.” She crosses her arms over her chest, at least entertaining this a little bit. “So what can I do for you, dear? I’ll save you the half-hour grocery wait.”

Still with a smile on her face, though one that was a little more reduced from before, the blonde shrugged. “It isn’t, but—“ Cutting herself off, Webby pressed her lips together as she considered on whether she should explain or not. Outside of Mr. McDuck’s dislike for magic, she knew why her Granny advised her not to go near Magda’s Magical Miracles, much less why she didn’t want her meeting the woman herself. Webby knew a lot of reasons why actually. “..Granny’s a bit overly protective, so I understand why.” Was what she ended up saying, which was the truth, Granny was protective of her. As the witch pulled out a card, Webby’s complete focus was on it, her eyes even starting to widen as the realization that Madga was about to show her a trick hits her. Webby tried so hard to contain the cheer that wanted to escape her lips, not wanting to ruin whatever Madga was about to do until it happens. And when it did, the blonde gasped with mystified eyes before she finally let out that soft yet delighted cheer. “Pretty~ It’s like I’m looking at myself but as a flower!” She said, the pink bow is what tipped her off the most due to her affinity for bows. Heck, she currently had one now, one of a powder pink color. “Thank you, Ms. De Spell!” She said, accepting the flower. “Oh yes, it’s been one of the places I’ve wanted to go to for a really long time now.” Webby’s eyes gleamed at the sound of ‘true believers.’ “You mean, you’re willing to give me a personal tour?“

Magda tilted her head at the young lady, curious. Ah, children. She sees the making of a protest, but Magda wasn’t going to comment on it. Simply waves away any worry like it was never there. That was a good way to operate, wasn’t it? Yes? Yes. And besides, the young girl seemed delighted by the floral imitation of her. At last. Someone with taste. “You’re welcome, dear,” Magda says, always happy to have someone appreciate her gifts. “Well, if it’s somewhere you’ve been wanting to go for a really long time... who am I to stop you? A personal tour seems like a good way to start the day, no?”

Webby shimmied with excitement. There was no doubt that this was Magda, she studied every piece of information she could find about her to know, but hearing the woman’s confirmation made this interaction that more real. “Er, yes. My Granny.” She admitted. Well, it was more like both her Granny and Mr. McDuck, since Mr. McDuck hated all things magic and didn’t want any of the kids near Magda or her shop. So much for keeping that promise. “Oh, I have no doubts that you’re very powerful. And not in the, you’re a very good magician kind, but like in you’re the real deal.“

Magda tilted her head, a look of mild surprise. And... disappointment? “Ah, yes. Well, that’s no fun, is it?” Magda says, commiserating on some level. Or trying. “Magic really isn’t that dangerous, you know. I’m sorry you haven’t been in, dear.” Truly, this was fun. Magda rarely cared for children, but this one... she could tolerate. “Well, I have to say you’re right. I’m, in fact, the real deal--” and from her pocket, she pulls out a playing card. Maybe it looked silly. Like she was going to perform a piece of trick magic, the sort pulled off by a common street artist. But Magda liked the story behind her deck of common playing cards. They belonged to a friend--back long ago. She’d stolen them from him, seeing as they meant a lot to him. He won them at a school fair, and Magda won them from him when he turned his back. Anyhow, Magda turned the card to Webby, showing her the ace of hearts, before she turned it in her hands a few times, blew on it, and instead of a card--... a flower.  A pretty flower with a sweet pink bow. “Here, take it. It’s just a mere party trick. Real... but certainly a party trick. Now... You’ve said you’d wanted to come to my shop? Well, what if I said I have a special? A... private tour for true believers?”