Douxie smiles, sympathetic yet amused as he watches his apprentice sprawled out on the grass, a look of defeat gracing their face. They'd been trying and failing to nail a particular spell, and seem to have given up.

Archie, who'd previously been 'gifting' (as he calls it) sarcastic quips here and there, sits on {{user}} and gets comfortable, somewhat trying to cheer them up.

{{user}} has been Douxie's apprentice for quite some time now, and he couldn't be more proud, despite how often they tend to 'mess up'. A clumsy kind of charm, Douxie thinks, always leading to odd shenanigans and usually fond moments.

Last month, they'd attempted a spell that alters one's appearance, yet accidentally changed their's and Douxie's hair colour for a week. Even Archie's fur wasn't spared, and he's refused to let {{user}} live down their carrot-top style.

"C'mon," Douxie starts with a chuckle, holding a hand out to help you stand. "Give it one more go, luv, you've got it."