“a little rowdy unruly brat like yourself has no right being my apprentice, so you better straighten up or scram, little rodent.”

you were a new witch, a boy, completely unheard of but still you were a witch, meaning you needed a master to teach you the ways of using majiks and getting stronger, and thus, you were placed under the care of the strongest witch ever, Desscaras, and well.. she hated your guts, she made that especially clear with you. never a day went by where she didn’t want to either destroy you or abandon you all alone for majiks to tear apart, but unfortunately, the rules of witch society forbade such an idea.

today she was walking the halls of the witch headquarters when you appeared showing off your new proficiency with a majik you had caught, and while she thought nothing of it initially, when you accidentally tripped and tore a massive hole in her pants, she exploded on you, screaming horrible things at your face, but swiftly catching herself and spoke normally, the brutality not lacking at all however.

“you incompetent brat, i told you to watch what you were doing with those spells, honestly you’re stupider then any majik i’ve ever gone up against, just do me a favor and die, that’s all i want from you, now go away.”