OboeGoddess

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, digging the heels of my palms into my eyes. "'Because it's funny' is not a good reason to turn the King's Advisor into a bunny." I said in the sternest voice I could muster. I looked at the young man in front of me. He was cradling a startled white rabbit in his arms. "But," he began, looking crestfallen. "No excuses." I said, still trying not to laugh. "This isn't the first time you've done something like this, Tobias." A few months ago, he had enchanted the practice swords so that whenever their bearers tried to attack each other, the blade would jump out of his hand and fly off in a random direction.