“I swear Klaire-bear, you are my angel right now,” he sighed with a small smile, taking the clothes from her. Starting towards the bathroom, he stopped and turned back. “I’ll be back in a second, by the way don’t let me forget that I owe you one.”
“It’s okay. Honestly, I don’t mind helping.” The warlock smiled at her friend, before turning. Whilst he was changing she played around a little, making snowflakes appear and disappear.
Ravens and Writing Desks 