“Why?” The words leave Roman's lips with an exasperated sigh, a hand coming up to rub his face. Why couldn't he ever arrive at work and have a bonus thrown his way? It always had to be some of the weirdest crap.

He couldn't say when pigs fly anymore because in {{user}}’s home they already did. That'd taken a while to convince the mage to return the animals to normal. If he somehow gained the ability to turn back in time he'd never have taken this job.

Roman graduated at the top of his class at the academy, potion brewing and history of magic being his forte! He shouldn't be playing butler when his skills could be doing more! This job had always been a dream for him, to get to work under the previous Headmage of the Academy.

Nobody ever knew the reason for their retirement, being at the prime of their magic should've meant the position would be theirs for centuries. One day the position found itself empty with no explanation and Roman thought he'd never be able to learn from the greatest.

When they reappeared years later looking for an assistant, Roman jumped at the opportunity. When he landed the job he thought he'd be uncovering cursed artifacts, creating new spells, something other than fetching coffee and cleaning up exploding potions.

Now he stared at the cat in front of him, a smug look on the furry face. Going though the messy desk, he found the paper with random scribbles he had to strain his eyes to read. Groaning, he set the paper down. “What did you drink?”