Everything was peaceful in the witch's small cottage. Magica went over to the stone hearth with a thick cloth and pulled the bubbling kettle off of the heat. She poured the hot water into a large teapot and returned the kettle to its home in the fire. The smell of lavender, rose hips and peppermint filled the air. She put the lid on the pot and trapped the aroma inside. She made her way to the window and watched as the sun rose and illuminated the countryside. She sighed.

"Perfect. Just perf-"

A black raven burst into the window and slammed into her face. She batted the bird away.

"Ratface! Get out of my face! Could you please not ruin this perfectly quiet morning?" She glared at the raven as he sat himself in the window. He frantically flapped his wings and pointed outside.

"Intruder! Intruder!

Magica sighed. "Of all the mornings, why did it have to be my self-care day?" She ran to her podium and grabbed her wand. Passing the table, she quickly snatched a Foof Bomb and readied herself by the door. She looked to Ratface and pressed a finger to her lips. The door opened.

"Look, I know this is inconven-"

Magica threw a Foof Bomb at the intruder. The intruder whacked it back and it hit her in the face. It exploded and disoriented the witch. She fell back.

"Intruder! Terrible, lazy, intruder!" Ratface shrieked.

"You know, I don't call you mean names, but if you want me to start now, I will!"

Magica could not see the intruder. But she already knew who he was.

"Gladstone! What the hell are you doing in my house?" She screamed at the goose.

"Well you see, I randomly got an all expense paid trip to the Italian countryside-"

"And you came to visit?" She stood up and dusted herself off.

"More like vent." He sniffed the air. "Lavender, rose hips and peppermint?"

"Im brewing tea." She glared at him.

"Ooh, I'd love some!" Gladstone made his way to the table and picked up a purple teacup.

"That wasn't an offer!" She slammed the door shut and ran to the table. "And you took my favorite cup!"

Gladstone looked at her mid pour. He filled the cup and handed it to her. He smiled meekly. She sighed and went to the cupboard and pulled out a green teacup. Gladstone took the cup happily and poured himself a cup.

"Now what do you want to vent to me about?" She sat at the table and blew the steam off of the tea before sipping.

Gladstone picked up his cup and leaned forward. "Okay, so I won an all expense paid trip to the Italian countryside, right?"

Magica rolled her eyes.

"Well the reason I won that was because I was with Donald and Daisy, and their whole relationship stuff was disgusting me." He sipped his tea. "Oh wow, this is amazing."

"Thank you. I know, I'm great." She took a sip. "Wait, don't you have a thing for Daisy?"

"Yeah, sorta. I mean, she's strong, pretty, intelligent…but she's with Donald." His face soured. "And what annoys me the most is that Donald found this great girl, who's totally great for him and everything, but like, what about me though?"

"Sounds like someone is jealous." Magica sang. Ratface giggled from the window.

"I mean…yeah. I am." Gladstone looked at his reflection in the tea. "People use me for my luck all the time. Donald is probably the unluckiest guy in the world…and yet he has so much that I don't have."

"Like a girlfriend?" She snickered.

"Like people who like him for him. People use me all the time for my luck. Scrooge has done it, Donald has done it, even the kids once used it to win a ton of prizes at the boardwalk once." He took a sip. "No one ever just likes me for me. And so when I said 'I wish I could be anywhere but here,' my luck gave me a trip to Italy…"

Magica watched as Gladstone downed the tea.

"You do know that there's more to you than your luck, right?" The goose looked up at the witch. "I mean, you've got this great, carefree, optimistic attitude…you're pretty good at guessing herbs from their scent-"

"Truth be told, that was a lucky guess." They both laughed. Magica poured him another cup of tea. She stared at his eyes as he watched the tea pour out into the cup. The last of the tea dripped into his cup.

"I'll get another pot going." Magica went to the hearth and took the kettle off the flames. She poured more water into the pot.

"You know…you're not ugly. You're pretty attractive…aesthetically speaking." Magica whipped around and put the kettle back in the hearth. "But you do have that terrible haircut-"

"What's wrong with my hair?" Gladstone quickly touched his hair.

"I just liked your hair better before."

"What. Is wrong. With. My hair." He stood up and put his hands on the table.

"You look like a used car salesman with dinosaur hair." Magica burst out laughing.

"Do I really?"

"Oh, yes!" Magica kept laughing.

"Well you…"

"I 'what?''' She put her hands on her hips.

Gladstone looked at her up and down. "…You…you're…uh…pretty?"

"Are you trying to complement me or insult me?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"You are pretty. Like scary pretty?" He looked away from her and scratched his head.

"So I'm 'scary?'" She crossed her arms and leaned in forward to look at him in the face.

"Like 'strong pretty.'" He kept his eyes away from her. "Like, you're pretty, but you're also strong…magically, and personality wise…And you're smart, and extremely ambitious…and when you succeed at a spell your face lights up and its cute-"

"Did you just say I'm cute?" Magica felt a flush on her cheeks.

"I'm in a witch's house, I cant exactly insult you! You'd probably turn me into a frog or a bird or something!" Gladstone threw his hands in the air. He kept his gaze away from her, but she could see it. His face was red.

"Its probably for the best you just continued to flatter me." She smirked. "I probably could turn you into a pet bird or something. I've worked hard to become the sorceress that I am today."

Gladstone scratched his head and looked back at Magica. His face was now a light shade of pink. He laughed awkwardly.

"What is it?"

"Oh, its just a thought…" Gladstone poured Magica a cup of tea. "I know that its your life goal to basically become the best sorceress in the world, but have you ever thought that you probably already are that?"

"I mean, thats just positive thinking." Magica took her cup and sipped. "To really become the best I'd have to get that di-"

Gladstone stared at her as he poured himself a cup. Their eyes met. Gladstone's teeth

clenched.

"The Dime? Its always that dime! Why do you always have try to get his dime?" He slammed the pot down. "You're an amazing witch! And thats without the dime!"

"And I could be better with the dime! With the Midas Touch!" Magica slammed her cup onto the table.

"You seriously can't see how great you are without it? Are you that blind? Do you have self esteem issues?"

"No, I have 'Gladstone Gander' issues!" She stomped her foot down and pushed her finger into his chest. "I have been after that dime for years! And I will not quit on the one thing that would make me the best!"

"You already are the best! So why don't you just give up on that dime!" He pushed himself forward, causing Magica to pull back her finger. They were face to face.

"I would never give up anything! Would you give up your luck?" She screamed.

Gladstone looked her in the eyes. Fire burned behind them. He pulled back.

"I would have…once." He backed away and walked to the door.

"Really? For what?" She crossed her arms.

"Her name was Matilda." Gladstone opened the door and left.

A/N: BOOM! MIC DROP.

Hey guys! Thank you for reading! This is actually a scene that I intend to use in the later (extremely much later) chapters of The Other Vanderquack. My bestest friend asked me to do some trashy oneshots and since I love domestic ducks and conflict... I couldn't resist.

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~Alex

EDIT: A fellow fan noticed a little Easter egg I plopped in their from Modmad's comic "The Babysitter" on tumblr. Good Noodle star to you who called me out in the review! 3