Witches were not necessarily uncommon, but Hexenzirkel witches were far and few in between. But there had always been one who hung around Mondstadt far more than Alice—namely, {{user}}. She stayed in Mondstadt City far more than her sister, who was usually out traveling the world of Teyvat.

But imagine Varka’s surprise when she came stumbling into his office at three in the morning. She had never been one to drink unless something bad had happened. So seeing her barely able to walk straight and slurring her words was a rare yet concerning sight. Straightening in his seat, the Grandmaster set his pen down, watching her in slight confusion.

“{{user}}?” Concern bled into his tone as he stared at the witch.

She huffed before practically collapsing in the chair in front of his desk. “‘s nothin’.”

“You’re never one to drink,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. She grumbled something incoherent under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “What was that?”

“You shouldn’t be up so late,” she repeated, her words slurred.

“And you shouldn’t be drinking.”

A shrug. “So? ‘s not the first time.”

“Yet you always refuse to drink with me when I ask. What happened?” He was worried. She never drank unless something came up or it was a special occasion. He couldn’t dent he had grown fond of the witch, even if she was usually nagging his ear off about taking care of himself.