Time will tell, indeed. At least, in this world, Fenton has the chance to develop his own magical ability, so... Well... He'd never truly be on Magica's level, once she got the hang of magic here, let's be honest... but he wouldn't be completely helpless, either.

"Ahhh... yeah. Accounting stuff. Lots of things to count in this place!" And without wasting any more time, he jogged off down the street. He had no idea where he was going, he just wanted to get away. Find some place where he could sit down and process just what happened.

And maybe he'd also figure out a way to get her uninterested in him. (He'd probably manage that by just being his usual, screw-up self.)

But...yeah. Magica DeSpell. Here. And with her eye on him. Woooooonderful.