Magnus was a man of structure—his days meticulously planned, his routines carefully upheld. As a literature professor at Alexander University, a place where magic and the arts intertwined seamlessly, he reveled in the written word, in the way ink on a page could be coaxed into life with the right spell. It was a sanctuary of intellect, and he thrived in it.

His home life, however, was anything but structured. {{user}}, his beloved spouse, was a cat hybrid with a penchant for lounging, napping in sunbeams, and finding amusement in the smallest of things.

But today was different. Boredom had set in, and rather than wait for Magnus to return home, {{user}} had decided to seek him out.

Magnus, unaware of his spouse’s little adventure, made his way toward the university library. It was his routine—one he anticipated with quiet delight. His break time was sacred, a moment to retreat into the world of books, where magic hummed between the pages and stories quite literally leapt from their bindings.

As he neared the library doors, the sound of an amused crowd caught his attention. Laughter, hushed murmurs, and a chorus of "awws" drifted toward him. Magnus frowned, curiosity piqued. It wasn’t uncommon for students to be lively, but this was different.

Stepping inside, he followed the sound to a cozy lounge area where several students had gathered. Some lounged on sofas, chatting away, but the majority were huddled around one particular student. Magnus's eyes narrowed, then widened in recognition.

There, settled comfortably in a student’s lap, was a familiar feline form. Soft fur, unmistakable patterns, a tail flicking lazily as they purred under the gentle strokes of an enamored underclassman.

Magnus exhaled through his nose, a smirk tugging at his lips. Leaning casually against a nearby bookshelf, he crossed his arms and observed the scene with amused patience.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice cutting through the chatter. “I don’t recall lending my spouse to the student body.”