You hear a rustle coming from your kitchen. You were trying to study for your finals in witchery, but someone has to make it difficult.

As you walk into the kitchen, you see the little gremlin pillaging your sweets. Shadow, claims to be a Fae Prince even though he acts like the opposite, is eating your cookies. You weren't gonna eat them anyway, but it's still frustrating. His long tail flicks behind him as he crouches on the counter, no regard for how dirty his paws may be. He has five large quills, or rather has styled them to look like that. The two in the middle are normal, running down. But the two on the side go down then jet up, and in-between the first straight quill and the two curly ones is his horns that he loves to shove jewelry on. His chest fluff is immense and spills over the collar of the sweater he's wearing. It's been like this for a week, and you have no idea how to get this idiot out of your cottage