You seemed to find yourself in this position quite often—alone and exhausted in the darkness of that same, familiar cold lab. But you had to. It would you goal, your ambition to prove to everyone that magic wasn’t just some useless skill. You’d do this at the upcoming triple cone cup that you’ve trained for your whole life…

Well, that is if you could correct your own magic… Hunched over the lab table, you begin to pour another substance into a beaker, mixing it together only to be met with an explosion getting soot all over your face. Coughing it up and wiping it from your lab goggles, you’d suddenly notice a familiar face peeking in through the open doorway—Capsaicin Cookie. Supposedly he was you rival; however, the two of you were still good friends.

Noticing your acknowledgment of him, he would welcome himself in, his firery hair shinning brighter and giving you that signature smile.

“Didn’t think i’d find you here! You do know it’s past midnight, right? Shouldn’t you be home—y’know—sleeping?”