15 Yousre a Wizard, Casimir (1/2)

This day has been extremely weird for Casimir.

It had been a few days after his birthday and, for some time now, Casimir felt as if he had been getting quite clumsy for some reason. It was something inconceivable to him since his reflexes were something he took pride on and were considered top notch.

On a normal occasion, cases of falling objects, toppled piles, and bloken glasses wouldn't occur unless he does it purposely but, somehow, there had been multiple occurrences of those happening around him in a short span of three days.

This day, for example, was the worst of them yet!

From the moment he woke up, it was already downright horrid.

When he opened his eyes on this fine, autumn morning, he had realized three important things.

One, the walls of his room were filled with cracks.

Some people would probably say that perhaps, there had been an earthquake in the middle of the night and he had just not realized it. That reason might be acceptable but, Casimir was an extremely light sleeper; an occupational habit that he still managed to retain even after dying.

Two, tens of bats were hanging on the ceiling.

Before he fell asleep, he remembered that his room's window was locked shut. Maybe he remembered wrong?

He turned towards the window to check.

Nope. It was still locked.

...I'm pretty sure the maids won't enter without permission.. Casimir thought.

Three,... His hair grew long enough to reach the middle of his back.

This one, Casimir had no excuses for.

...

After pushing what happened that morning to the back of his head and getting ready as he did normally, Casimir went straight to the stables.

That's where things started to get weirder.

While he was dragging along Noir's usual breakfast, a whole Wildebeest's leg, the wispy orbs that were used to illuminate the stables at night suddenly went crazy whenever he passed them.

They would suddenly light up extremely brightly and flicker quickly without anyone activating them. Fortunately, they would return to normal after he was some distance away from them.

After that, when Casimir arrived in front of Noir's stable, without even touching the gate yet, it suddenly swung open on its own, nearly dislodging itself from its hinges from the force it used.

The suddenness of this caused Casimir to feel surprised. Let alone, Noir who was just taking a nap and was implicated out of nowhere. The poor kitty was so surprised, it literally awoke with a jump.

”...breakfast.” Casimir mentally apologized to the beast.

Just what is happening today?!

.....

While he was eating breakfast with his father, Mr. Proulx suddenly flicked his glass, catching Casimir's attention.

”I heard you've been causing trouble lately?” Mr. Proulx asked, seeming as if he didn't really care.

”...That wasn't me.” Casimir replied, hoping Mr. Proulx would believe him.

”Oh... I see.” Obviously, he didn't. ”Sixteen glasses, four plates, and an antique vase, all broken within the span of three days in your presence... It really does seem like a coincidence, doesn't it?”

Is there really any need for such sarcasm?! QAQ

”Not to mention the thirty-two bats that Alphonse found inside your room this morning as well as the sudden appearance of a mummy sarcophagus inside the kitchen the other day.” Mr. Proulx continued.

Fortunately, the manor had a self-fixing ability so, the cracks from this morning weren't mentioned.