Willow
When I come home after an eventful day of studying magic history at the library, I find Robin on the floor. His pupils are dilated, and when I smell the air and realize the “grass” he is covered in is catnip, I roll my eyes. “Please don’t tell me that dragons have the same reaction to catnip as cats do... Where did you even find catnip?”
“It came as a gift with the free number of this pet magazine,” Robin stretches out his arm to pat a magazine on the floor, but even that movement seems hard for him to do. He then gives me a drunk smile. “You’re pretty tonight.”
I sigh heavily. “You need to freshen yourself up.”
“Do I stink?”
“Like catnip, yeah,” I offer him my hand. “Come on, big guy, I help you to the shower.”
“Okay.”
I help Robin up to his feet, widening my eyes when I not
