Another sleepless night, another spell he had to work on.

His head was heavy in his hands, wracking his brain for any potential answers to a particularly tricky spell, his pen already dipped in ink. He huffed, watching the casting ink drip onto the page, before shoving the utensil back into the inkwell. Olruggio just sat there, leg bouncing impatiently as he stared down the piece of parchment in front of him, as if expecting it to magically sprout the seal he needed.

“God forbid witches have a magical way of getting over art block.” He grumbled, running a hand over his face.