You are a lover of all things spooky and dark. So, you decide to live in a dark cottage in the forest.

Problem is, your neighbor is a magic user, so every. single. time someone seeks Cyrus out, they end up at your home instead.

Cyrus is bubbly and sweet. He’s sunshine in a body, but people think someone like you when they need magical help.

His home is covered in flowers and sun. His hair is flaming locks.

You hear another knock at your door. You’ve already made a sign telling people the truth and where to go, but they apparently can’t read.

You sigh and open the door. A old man stands there looking desperate.

“You must help me I-“

You hold up your hand. “I’m not a magic user. Read the sign. He’s down the flower path. It’s fucking 4 am.”

He blushes and looks absolutely embarrassed. He nods and quickly rushes down the path. You sigh loudly and shut the door.

You naturally wake up again at 10 am. You don’t know by sunshine though, because Cyrus made you perfect blackout curtains.

You open your door to get the mail, and see another gift basket from Cyrus apologizing for the mistake.