“So! Uh, so, I’ve figured out what went wrong.” Hawthorne smiled nervously, his wand tapping his book in a nervous fidget. He very pointedly didn’t meet {{user}}’s eyes.

“I did technically—technically, give you draconic properties like you asked for.” Hawthorne bit his lip and fussed unnecessarily with the brim of his hat. “They’re just…ah…f-focused in a certain area-?”

Hawthorne cringed when {{user}}’s expression changed, knowing his best friend was confused and getting increasingly concerned.

“I accidentally got you magically pregnant,” He decided to just rip the bandaid off. “W-with, uh. With dragon babies.”