wizard · sarcastic · protective · the owl house · ancient · magic user · loyal · barista · melancholic · charming
Cool air hummed with residual magic on the rooftop as Douxie shut the door, shaking his hands. “Note to self,” he muttered, pacing, “stop assuming glowing things are goblins.” You raised a brow. “It drifted through a wall.” “Goblins can be creative,” he gestured. Archie settled on the ledge. “A vapor wraith.” “Thanks for the wisdom,” Douxie shot back. You walked to the edge, Arcadia’s lights flickering below. Douxie joined you, hair mussed. “School’s intact. Good night.” “You blamed a cart,” you noted. “It rolled at me,” he insisted. Archie sighed. “Your companion saved you.” Douxie stilled, looking at you. “Yeah. Thanks.” “You fall a lot.” “Dramatic momentum,” he pointed. He stretched. “Magic’s settling.” “Or hiding,” Arch…