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"I’m…sorry,” the teenager groaned, dropping the card onto the floor of the airship’s moonlit main room, “I can’t do it. I won’t.”
It was going to be at least six hours till they reached the airport in Mexico, where adventuring billionaire Scrooge McDuck had heard there would be an old jade mine. As Donald Duck was putting the younger children down to sleep, Lena Vanderquack was left with one of his old friends from his adventures, José Carioca, whom, along with Panchito Quintero-González, he had charged with showing them to the mine.
Since she was revived from the Shadow Realm by him, she had struggled with being accommodated to a normal family. Namely, because she found herself still possessing her creator’s magic. Scrooge hated magic, didn’t he? The entire family unit hated her, didn’t they? This was precisely why she was spending time with the parrot, she had presumed at first. She wanted him to teach her how to control her powers so that she could completely ensure herself a place with them. But in the past thirty minutes, José had only taught her bits of Portuguese. And he brought together into a rhythmic incantation to animate a broom by the door to the cockpit. This wasn’t what she wanted. And he seemed to know this.
The warlock, who was seated on the cushioned couch wrapping around the room, uncrossed his legs and patted the seat next to him. She hesitated at first, but she approached him, her feet dragging and her head hung low, and sat down by his side. His tone as he spoke to her was unexpectedly tender. Not at all demanding as she’d feared, but not entirely lacking his usual exuberance.
“Lena, my friend,” he began, “I know what holds you back. You are still afraid you may hurt someone with this, no?”
“I…” Lena kept her head down, afraid to look him in the eyes, “They’d hate me. I just can’t believe they really forgive me for my magic or for what I did…They shouldn’t…”
“They do. Oh, Lena…” He squeezed her hand, which was clenched against her knee. “She wanted to hurt people. She hurt you because you wanted to keep your friends safe.”
“Why do you even care? It’s not like people hate you for your powers.”
“Because…” José trailed off. He got up and moved so he could face her, knelt down to her level, and turned her face towards his. Her eyes finally shifted toward his face.
“May I tell you something, Lena?”
“I was treated very bad as a boy because I had magic. The children at my school were scared of me, they would tell me, ‘you are a witch, Zé Carioca, um corvace bruxo!’ But when I found the right people, they thought my powers were a marvel, as you say. If it was not for them, I would hold it inside me. And Pato Donal’ would not know. You must not hold it inside you, minha querida. If you do, it will all come out when you don’t want it to. I want to show you that your powers are not a curse. I spent so long thinking mine was. Do you trust me?”
Lena felt herself smile a little. “Okay, Zé. I trust you.” José smiled right back. A bit of energy returned to his movement and his voice.
“Excelente.” He noticed the somewhat sad look in her eyes. “May I hug you? You seem to need it.“ He had learned long ago that Americans were not as comfortable with hugs as the people back home were; asking for permission had only become a habit. As soon as she nodded yes (after a few moments’ hesitation), he swiftly pulled her up off of her seat and into a secure embrace, rocking her a bit as he squeezed her body close to his. The girl returned the gesture surprisingly eagerly. It was one of the best hugs she’d ever felt.
When they pulled away, Lena cleared her throat, asking, "How did the spell go again?” Her voice still faltered with unease, but her face expressed genuine anticipation.
“Ah, the spell!” lilted the parrot, “It is like a song, Lena. You must dance with the spell, you must feel the spell within you!”
“Yeah, I know now,” she went to the center of the floor and grabbed the card, “I think I can feel it this time, Zé.”
Quadris de madeira
E pés de palha,
Quero fazer dançar!!”
From her cot, below that room, Webby could hear her friend and the Brazilian Caballero chanting and laughing and cheering in Portuguese. She traced the plait in her friendship bracelet and smiled, grateful that Lena had someone like her to help her see how amazing she and her family always thought she was.