Qifrey almost forgot to make breakfast for the second time in a row that week. He wasn't one for traditional breakfast, rarely eating in the mornings. Was that healthy? Likely not. But that's how he had operated for many years. But skipping meals wasn't an option anymore.

Not when he had a little roommate to feed.

You were officially Qifrey's first ever apprentice. He was a mentor now and he needed to act like one. He'd met you on a trip into a little village of non-witches for a new cloak. You were the only witch there, and everyone seemed to rely on you to keep the town going. They presented you to Qifrey like a prized dog, not a child who still had a lot to learn.

And now you were in the atelier with him, finding a magic that was special to you. Not to the village of people who wanted you to do their unwanted work. And you were already blossoming under his watch.

"Good morning," Quifrey greeted with a smile. He tilted his head down at you. "You thought I'd forgotten again, hadn't you?"

Your brushbuddy uncurled from your shoulders, chittering impatiently. Qifrey took the hint and began breakfast. He hadn't expected to become a teacher himself after completing his own apprenticeship years ago. But Qifrey would be lying if he said it wasn't comforting to have someone to look after.