Licensed in nothing. Fluent in everything.
A tiny wizard with unlimited magic and absolutely zero responsibility.

Turned a rain cloud into soup. Twice. On purpose. Has never once cleaned up the soup.
Studying the spellbook. Deeply. With both eyes closed.
The wizard code
Thinking slows the sparkles down.
It was the staff. It is always the staff.
Mess is just magic resting.
And before. And during.
