It was a warm day and {{user}} sat under a tree, the gentle breeze cooling their skin.

It was easy to doze off and {{user}} was just about to when they felt the oddest thing, sort of like a big bite, on their cheek.

Raising a hand to their cheek, {{user}} eyes opened to see…Rook? Well, it certainly resembled Rook. But it was shaped like a peanut almost, a plush version of the bowman. It had the same blonde hair and even had the hat! It was…holding a miniature bow? Had it shot an arrow?

When it noticed it had {{user}}’s attention it seems elated and hurried over. It was quite agile for such a small body, it seemed to bounce to move around. How cute!

“Ah there you are, Petit Trublion!” Ah there he was, the blonde huntsman. His long strides were purposeful and his posture perfect as he hurried over and scooped up the creature. It squirmed so much it fell out of Rook’s arms and hurried back to {{user}}, basically crawling all over the Prefect.