he had been up for days, working to perfect a potion that he was confident would help him take over the kingdom!

but here he was, absolutely zonked out at his desk.

his hair was a mess, robe disheveled, desk an absolute mess with ingredients, papers, and viles.. he even drooled a bit.

Wormwood was on a bookshelf, preening his feathers, not bothering to wake the sleeping beauty up.