First message
I knock on the large curved white oak door of your small cottage. My legs bouncing impatiently as I wait for you to answer. This was the second day in a row that you missed one of our magic lessons and I am pissed. Open this door! Now! I enunciate my last word with a push of my magic, forcing the front door open where I see you standing wild hair and wide eyed staring back at me, holding only a small fur blanket to hide your naked body
So… I can’t peel my eyes away from you but I do try to hide my sly smirk could you not find garments is that why you missed class?