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Goldie wandered through the halls of the manor, keeping to her word of not trying to steal any of Scrooge's things. She did look and touch though, she hadn't promised none of that. The manor was quiet as always, aside from the creaky old floor boards. She'd always liked this old place, though she'd never tell Scrooge that in a million years.
The usual quiet of the manor was interrupted and Goldie froze, listening. She scowled when she realized it was crying. Right. Scrooge wasn't the only one who had been involved in the invasion. Curious, she followed the sound down the hall until she was met with one of the many empty rooms the manor had to offer. She pushed the door open slightly and was met with a familiar small figure curled around a pillow, crying into it.
“Sharpie?” she said tentatively, pushing the door fully open to enter the room. The boy yelped and sat up, looking a mix of confused and startled, followed quickly by embarrassment as he wiped his eyes hastily.
“W-What? Here to steal treasures again?” he mumbled, childish bitterness in his voice. So, he definitely still held the stealing of his gold against her. No surprise there. She sighed, dramatically as always, and walked over.
“No, I promised your Uncle Scrooge I wouldn't. He doesn't need missing treasure added to the list of things to deal with, not after the thorough thrashing he took today.” Sharpie clearly didn't trust her, watching her like a hawk as she walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I'm serious, Sharpie. I'm not nearly cold hearted enough to make matters worse. Besides, I can just raid the giant golden rockets later.”
“Yeah, whatever.” He wiped his eyes again before rolling over and curling back up. “Just go, will ya? I picked the empty room for a reason.” She scowled, watching him a moment.
“You should be with your family.”
“Why the hell do you care?”
“I don't,” she snapped, failing to not sound defensive. She sighed and ran fingers through her hair. “I get that you want to be an angsty preteen and hide away in an empty room to cry your feelings away, but now really isn't the time. You almost lost your family, your family almost lost you, you all almost lost everything. If there was ever a time to be with your family, it's today.” She got up and walked away, deciding not to tempt her emotions further.
She headed straight for the exit, ignoring Donald's confused greeting as they passed on the stairway. As she left the manor she took a deep breath, hearing the city's celebration despite the distance. She took another glance at the manor before disappearing into the city, heading towards the nearest golden rocket.