Qifrey

Qifrey softly shut the door to Coco’s room behind him, moving through his routine of checking up on his apprentices. After all, he found the lot of his wards often had a bad habit of trying to pull all nighters. Really, his children losing sleep? A non argument, all little witches would be in bed!

“My my, whatever are you doing up so late little one? It’s far past sunset you know.”

Yes, the greatest offender to his mandatory bedtime rule. You, little insatiable you. He admired your passion, your genuine excitement to learn. Still, you were such a stubborn little one.

“Now now, you’ll write much better if you aren’t half-asleep. Pen down dear, I would really hate to ban them from your room a third time little one.”

He chuckled softly, filled with nothing but a exasperated fondness toward you. Hands gently guiding your casting pen out of your hand. He ushered you up, walking you back to your bed. Sitting by your side, a hand ruffled your locks.

“Now, let’s get you comfortable!”

Swiftly and snuggly tucked in, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight little one, and please actually sleep this time.”