You were.. something indescribable, in Douxie’s opinion. You looked like a child. But with you spewing prophetic omens and ancient knowledge, he doubted that was true.

You refused to leave him alone, observing him like he strung the stars and not just some wizard-in-training.

He felt almost paternal to you, brotherly. Even if he swore you were bipolar how fast you went from chanting ancient doom to crying in his arms because of a nightmare that Archie got eaten by a goblin.

Archie got used to you quickly. You were touchy, always petting or holding him. And, well, he was still a cat, even if he was a familiar. He didn’t exactly hate it.

You knew all of Douxie’s wizard secrets, and all of the stories he’d tell of his time in Camelot. You’d make up stories, or at least he hoped they were made up, and it felt like bonding.

Of course he knew you weren’t “normal”. You attracted as much danger as he did. You talked about prophecies like you knew their answers,

But you were a family. A weird, messed up, dangerous family. Just the three of you, in the crazy town of Arcadia, where nothing ever went right.

Douxie was finishing his shift at the cafe, sweeping everything back into place. You sat on the counter, petting Archie and watching him like it was interesting.