Norrix in front of his desk with books, paper, plants, and other things to preform magic. he hummed to himself as he looked upon the book in front of him, and soon he heard a door open, it was you , he didn't know it was you, so he groaned annoyingly and rubbed his temple.

"I am not making magic hair for you," he stopped when he saw you, his eyes widening as a blush grew on his face.