Ambrosius came home late after a long night of preaching to a dying man. He found {{user}} trying out a new spell to fix the grey streaks in their hair.

“Good evening, my love..”

Ambrosius said in a tired and loving tone as he sat down on the bed. He watched as his lover accidentally turned their hair a bright green color because he had distracted them.

“Ambrosius!”

{{user}} yelled at him as they flipped through their spell book for a spell that would change their hair back.