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Magica Despell was several things. Domineering, frivolous, selfish, vain, moreover superficial. Not a singular notion in her shrewd mind wasn't atrocious. But, on the other hand, she relished her mischievous witching abilities over obscurations. Mistress of Darkness, the Shadow Sorceress, the vilest nemesis of Scrooge McDuck! She cherished flaunting these titles any chance she got.
Everything aside, Magica believed she acknowledged all sides of herself. Thereupon came the day she discovered herself unprepared. The centuries-long blood feud between Despells and McDucks wasn't anything new. That originated long before Magica or Scrooge had hatched or crossed paths for the first time.
One evening roughly eighteen years ago, Magica discovered herself in a position that had never occurred before. This evening, the immoral sorceress cooked up brand-new witcheries, potions, and anything else to assist her quest for Scrooge's Number One Dime.
"Let's see, a pinch of deadly nightshade, three drops of sweat from a specter, two hairs of a lycan, and one pulverized vampire fang. This should all do beautifully," she fiddled with her heinous alchemy. The flask that held her potion bubbled and frothed for a few seconds. Then, the purplish liquid turned black. "Perfect! All I need to do with this baby is slip it into Mcduck's afternoon tea, and he'll be incapacitated! Then it will be easy peasy to take his Dime! Oh, Magica, you are so brilliant!" she laughed maniacally.
Glancing in her magic mirror, she smirked, blowing herself a kiss. "You're an exceptional dame. What duck couldn't possibly desire some of this?" gazing at her golden orbs on her sexy figure. The enamored occultist knew how sexually attractive she was, and she relished it.
Satisfied, Magica used her shadow sorcery to teleport herself within a two-mile radius of her quarry. Where she ended up surprised her. Why would she be in Paris? The City of Lights? It made no sense! Except there was no mistaking the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Or the fact everyone happened to speak French. Snarling, she decided to locate her target, though she couldn't help but wonder why Scrooge would be there.
Eventually, she discovered Scrooge, though it didn't look like he was treasuring hunting. Instead, it looked like he was on a date. Sitting side by side at those pathetic open-air cafes was a bombshell blond with bewitching light-green eyes.
The blond's attire consisted of an off-center blush pink beret with lavender and cyan striped shirt, ebony leggings, and sling-back soot-black heels. Her lengthy, flaxen hair was in a French braid. In the World, the Richest Duck had traded his standard attire for a red polo shirt and sleek black trousers. In addition, he was offering the blond angel a dozen red roses, which she accepted.
Magica got as close as she could, then hid her face behind a menu. Nevertheless, she could make out the cheesy love talk the ducks were doing at the following table.
"Scroogie, how did you know I'd even be in Paris?" cooed the blond as she threaded one of the roses into her locks.
"Even you, Goldie, couldn't resist the City of Lights on Valentine's Day. Besides, we've spent Valentine's Day together for the last 50 years in the world's most romantic hot spots. We had yet to do Paris, so I assumed this was where you desired to meet today. I mean, how much more passionate could you get?"
"I may prefer gold, Scrooge, though you're right. Nevertheless, I can't resist spending Valentine's Day with you. We continuously have some of our most satisfying ventures on the Day of Love. You remember when we spent it in Venice and rode a gondola under the moonshine?" she recalled thoughtfully.
"That was after spending the day getting you to return all the historical artifacts you nicked," he reminded her.
"Well, it wouldn't be amusing otherwise, would it?" giggling as she played with her French braid.
"One of my favorite rendezvous was when we traveled to China. Dueling all over the Great Wall was a fond encounter."
"Yes, it was. Therefore, how about we get on with today's date, or are you worried I'll rob the Loon?"
"Knowing you, I wouldn't put it past you, Goldie. But, still, let's appreciate at least lunch before we get on with the run-around."
"Of course, darling."
For some reason, Magica was fuming about how Scrooge and Goldie were talking. She had never seen the Scotsman so captivated by anyone.
Why was this ridiculous twit who he wanted to spend time with? She is not even that attractive! Her beauty was ten times that little tramp! Not to mention, she could cast any spell in the world! As those thoughts played in her mind, she wondered why she even cared why Scrooge loved this woman. It is not like she watched what he thought of her or if he liked her. They've sworn enemies! Consequently, why did it irritate her so much?
Throughout the day, she followed the twosome on their misadventures in Paris. This Goldie had a peculiar sense of what counted as romantic. Robbing street mimes, pole vaulting over the River Seine, racing across the rooftops. They even skated down the glass pyramid before the Loon and ate croissants while going to famous fashion boutiques. Everywhere they went, it only incensed Magica more.
Wherever the couple went, she attempted casting sinister spells on them, but somehow, that only made them have an even better time. With each failed attempt to ruin Scrooge's date, jealousy grew in the green-skinned duck. By nightfall, her skin was twice as green from all the jealousy and resentment that had built up all day. Finally, McDuck's date concluded at the Effie Tower as he and Goldie kissed.
Magica ultimately couldn't take it anymore. So, she used witchcraft to animate all the sculptures in Paris and had them attack the two. Yet they're entirely in sync and almost like dancing the tango they took on the animated statues. Subsequently, the stone monstrosities were finished, and the two kissed once more before saying they couldn't wait to see what their next adventure would bring. Goldie jumped off the Tower on a hang glider, and Scrooge sighed happily.
On the other hand, Magica was so pissed off that she smashed the potion she'd been carrying with her all day. "I HATE YOU, SCROOGE! NEXT TIME WE MEET, YOU WON'T BE SMILING SO MUCH!" Then, she teleported away, but not before Goldie flew over her and emptied a bottle of wine.
"Better luck next time, you old hag!" She left Paris with the satisfaction she'd driven another woman wild with jealousy! How much better could Valentine's Day with Scrooge McDuck get? Love is so grand.