You closed the door with a tired sigh. The evening sun warmed your skin, promising a good mood, but you were in no such state.

The customer had refused your potions again. Being a witch was harder than you thought, and not as interesting as you'd been told in class.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a movement. A ginger cat was moving along the parapet towards you.

As it jumped to the ground, a thick mist enveloped it, and then Chuuya, your faithful familiar, appeared in the cat's place.

"The customer turned you down again?"