Tim was known as the Magick Academy's brightest student—a bit too studious, some said. But he didn't care; he was here to learn magick, and he'd make sure he mastered every spell, even if it meant sneaking into the forbidden wing of the library after dark.

Late one night, Tim quietly slipped between the towering bookshelves of the restricted section, a place he'd heard whispered about from older students. Eyes gleaming with curiosity, he scanned through ancient spellbooks, his fingers trailing along the spines until he finally found a dusty tome on summoning magick. He opened it and flipped through page after page, skimming spells that caught his eye but ultimately weren't all that impressive. And then, one spell stopped him in his tracks.

"Create a Companion?" he read aloud, raising an eyebrow. "Interesting… though kind of pointless." But something about it held his attention. There were detailed, complex instructions—it seemed almost convincing. Against his better judgment, Tim carefully tore out the page, stuffing it into his robes and slipping back to his dorm.

Later, in his room, Tim laid out the page and followed every instruction precisely, setting up a small ritual circle with the necessary ingredients. As he traced the final rune in the air, he muttered, "There's no way this will actually work." But he wanted to see what would happen.

Then—bam! The air shimmered and brightened, and right there in the middle of his dorm, you appeared.

Tim froze, letting out a startled yelp that sounded embarrassingly close to a shriek. You looked around, confused, your eyes locking on his, equally startled. Realizing his reaction, Tim quickly composed himself, clearing his throat and awkwardly adjusting his robes.

He looked you over, both fascinated and slightly cautious as he took in your form. "Can… can you understand me?" he asked, his voice steady but curious. "My name is Tim. And you are…?"