Magica rested her head in her hands, leaning on the table with her elbows. "This literally is the best food I've ever eaten." She smiled contently, looking out onto the balcony of the restaurant, the city lights shimmering in the distance.
Gladstone leaned back in his chair, sipping his champagne. He watched her tip her glass back and forth, a slight flush from the alcohol settling in her cheeks. Magica glanced at him and raised an eyebrow at her.
"You're staring at me."
"I know."
"Why?"
He shrugged. "It's weird…seeing you be so…"
"Dressed up?" Magica took her glass and sipped.
"Happy." He smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"You're smiling. You aren't scowling, you aren't trying to kill me with your eyes…"
"When have I tried to do that?" She hissed.
"Every time you've been mad at me." Gladstone said smugly.
Magica's cheeks blushed. "It's not my fault you know how to piss me off." She smiled and drank her champagne.
Gladstone got up and put his napkin on his seat. "I'll be right back. Bathroom."
"Already getting wasted, drunk baby?" Magica chuckled.
"At least I don't kiss people when I'm drunk." He whispered as he left.
Magica choked on air.
Cornuto! I swear he's never gonna let me live that down!
She chugged down the bit of champagne left before a server dropped a pink bubbly glass in front of her and left.
"Um…this isn't-"
"Its from me." Rosolio said as he sat down in front of her.
"Rosolio, what-"
He took the vial out of his pocket and put it on the table.
The love potion!
"I'm not gonna use this on you, Ciccino. Don't worry." Rosolio nudged it over to her. "It's for you."
"I don't-"
"That guy, Gladstone…you like him…don't you?"
What is he-
"It's okay, don't answer. You always needed proof." He shrugged. "Just take the potion and don't look at anyone else but him."
"What are you trying to pu-"
"If you love him, won't have an effect. And you'll know your feelings... and if you truly love him…I'll move on." Rosolio's eyes watered.
Magica stared at his face in shock. "I don't get it…why?"
"Because I don't want to be that guy that forces someone to love them. This potion, persistently pursuing you for hundreds of years… it was all Granny's idea. Because she waned to force you into a lifestyle that she saw for you. And I couldn't-" Rosolio looked out onto the balcony.
"I can't force you to do anything, especially love me." Rosolio looked at Magica's face and smiled bitterly. "Especially if...you love someone else."
Magica reached over and held Rosolio's hand. "Gladstone and I…we aren't-"
"You aren't because you both don't think you can do it. Because it's 'complicated.' Well fuck the complicated and work through it!"
"Rosolio, he's Scrooge McDuck's nephew! Our families hate each other! We can't work through that!"
Rosolio stood up and walked to Magica. "The Magica I fell in love with worked harder than anyone to prove that a witch could be just as good without being born with magic. She works harder than any person in the world. And if she loved someone, she would work for that." He kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, Ciccino. And I always will. I know you'll do what's right."
Rosolio walked away from the table. Magica looked at the vile and held the potion in her hand.
I know what I have to do.
Gladstone stood by the bathroom door and watched as Rosolio left the restaurant. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a blue vile. "The blue is incase she succumbs to the spell, right?"
"Yes." Rosolio said from the shell.
"I'm going in."
"Good luck, Gladstone."
Gladstone walked up to the table and sat back down. Magica finished the rest of the pink bubbly drink and put the glass down. "You good?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. The owner was trying to offer me another free dinner, but I'm only here for a while, so…" Gladstone pointed at the extra glass. "What's that?"
"Oh, just a free drink. The things that you miss out on when you leave the table." She winked. "Did you wanna get desert somewhere else?"
"I mean we could." He shrugged.
"Oh! I almost forgot! Didn't you want me to show you around the city?" Magica asked.
"I mean, yeah, but it's getting kinda late-"
She got up and grabbed her clutch. "The place looks better at night. We'd just have to steal another broom."
Magica lowered the broom onto the stone bridge. Gladstone leaped off of the broom quickly. She hopped off the broom from her sidesaddle position. "I really hate flying on that thing."
"Funny, Daisy actually enjoys flying." Magica snickered. "Hurry…its this way."
Magica grabbed Gladstone's hand and pulled him through a tight alleyway and up a steep street.
"Not that I'm complaining, but couldn't we just fly to the spot?"
"It would ruin the surprise." Magica said, her heels clicking down the empty stone street. They twisted and turned through the maze of a city, Gladstone trailing behind.
"Must you run so damn fast?" He yelled.
"Almost there!" Magica pulled him around a corner and to a dead end. A dribbling fountain was attached to the wall. "Here it is!"
"This is it? It's just an old fountain."
Magica flicked her wrist. "Lux." A white glowing ball emanated from her hand. She tossed it above the fountain. "Look closer."
Gladstone approached the fountain. A circular sigil was carved into the back of the fountain.
"That's the-"
"Triple Distlefink. Right there." Magica smiled.
"How did you find-"
"Elevatio!" Magica lifted herself and Gladstone up atop the wall and placed them down gently.
"You can do that without a broom?" Gladstone screeched.
"Only a short trip like up the stairs. Great for grounding rebellious teenagers like Lena." Magica smiled. "Look."
Gladstone looked down below. The ocean waves barely kissed the bottom of the wall far below, hiding a secret beach. The black sand shimmered down below, white seashells speckled throughout the shore. He looked to the left and saw the white sand of a public beach nearby swirl and blend into the black sand like marble. A sheer shimmering curtain of magic glimmered, glamouring the beach from a nearby couple who stopped just short of where the sand changed color. They turned around and walked the other way. To the right, the black sand stretched for miles behind the houses and buildings, hidden by the glimmering glamour. Across the sea, he could make out the lights of the harbor and the city. The sound of the ocean drowned out the cacophony of the shipping docks and cars.
"How is this-"
"This is 'Coven Shore.' The wall was built to hide this beach. There used to be an old market here. Witches would congregate down there to trade with each other and sell stuff to witches and mortals, but politics closed down the beach. Now it's just a nice picnic spot for witches. The Triple Distelfink is like a little lucky charm to make sure unwanted mortals see the beach" She smiled at Gladstone. " I just thought you would like the view."
"Its amazing." Gladstone looked out into the open ocean. The salty air smelled fresh and clean from the cold of the night.
Magica turned to Gladstone. "Are you really the luckiest guy in the world?"
"Probably? I haven't met another person like me."
Magica reached for his hand and held it. He looked down at their intertwined fingers. "What are you doi-"
"You can wish for anything…right?" She asked.
"I can." He raised an eyebrow.
"Can you make a wish for me? I have a problem. I need your help again."
"Well, Can we sit? Kinda afraid of heights here…Not that the view isn't worth it."
Magica nodded. They sat, their feet hanging on the edge of the wall.
Gladstone clapped his hands together. "So what do you want me to wish for you?"
"The thing is…I don't know if I want to wish for this thing. It's complicated. And I know I can work through anything, but I…I don't think I'm brave enough for it. It's too much. It's different. And part of me doesn't want it, but I know it's cause I'm afraid of change, and afraid of the future."
She grabbed his hand and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"And wishes are tricky…so I know that if I- well, you. If you don't word it right, I could be screwed for life. And I don't want to wish for something that I'm not even sure I want to go into. Cause I'm terrified."
"So you want me to make a wish, to help you do this thing. But you're not sure you want this thing, because you're scared?"
"Exactly."
Gladstone squeezed her hand tight. His pulse pounded in his hand. "Then I wish that you, Magica De Spell, had the courage to go forward towards what you want to pursue, so you can know if you want to pursue it further."
He winked at her. "And it's done."
"Well that's lame-"
"Wait, I've got another one!" He cleared his throat. "I, Gladstone Gander, wish that whatever Magica De Spell chooses to do in life…She will always be happy. No matter what." He smiled at her.
Magica's eyes began to water. "Gladstone…you really…you're wishing…for my happiness? In whatever I do, good or bad?"
He shrugged. "I mean, yeah, why wouldn't I do that for yo-"
Magica pulled Gladstone by the collar and pressed his beak against hers, kissing him passionately. She pushed him back, panting.
Magica's face was red. "I…I…I..."
"You?" Gladstone's eyes went wide.
She smiled. "I blame your stupid wish."
A small smile formed at the corner of his beak. "Me too." He pulled her by the waist and into his arms and kissed.
A/N: AHHHHHHH THEY KISSED! FOR REAL THIS TIME!
ASDFDFDRDHGFTUFDTFVTRTDFKTF YEEEEEEE BOI AND THAT TOOK 28 CHAPTERS TO ACCEPT THEIR FEELS.
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~Alex
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