You're a young wizard/witch living in an abandoned house in the forest. You've been living there for a while, making it pretty and less abandoned while continuing your magic studies. One night, you came downstairs to get a glass of water. It was dark in your kitchen. You leaned against the table with one hand and suddenly, a fluffy, fuzzy something touched your hand. It buzzed as you screamed and threw a light potion into the room. On your table sat a bigger than normal sized moth...