Durin Mage

Son of the Fairy Godmother/ "The Enchantress in Disguise"
_{Parent's Stories: Pinocchio, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Adalmina’s Pearl, DonkeySkin, The Enchanted Maiden, The True Bride, One-Eye Two-Eyes and Three-Eyes, etc…}

Roommate: Reese P. Zell

Age: 16

Secret Heart’s Desire: I’m dying to figure out my own story’s ending. It’s so difficult when I have to constantly jump from tale to tale in order to help write pages for other characters. But I’m sure I have one; everyone has a storybook ending. Look at mum, she ended up with dad and had me. Just because it’s not written about in the Storybook of Legends doesn't mean it won’t come to pass—seriously the book doesn’t hold every detail of every story: simply the major plot points. 

My "Magic" Touch: Well, given that I’m the one supposed to make happily ever afters come true, I’m a shoe in with princesses—they all seem to want to get on my good side. Especially because the vast majority of them enjoy pink girly things, which seems to be the only thing I can cast correctly.

Storybook Romance Status: Let’s just say it’s complicated. Since I have to worry about everyone else’s “happily ever after” romance status, I don’t hexactly get a chance to concentrate on my own.

"Oh Curses!" Moment:  I am the worst spell-caster in the hextory of spellcasting. I have no idea how I’m supposed to dish out moral curses, grant wishes, or help a royal (pain in the butt) find their happily ever after without accidentally scribbling it out first. Did you say you wanted a pumpkin carriage? Take this old, beat-up, and hideously-pink station wagon instead. Add that to the fact I often forget which story I’m in and I’ll end up turning Jolie Bête into a “real girl”! Oh Grimm, what would mum think?

Favorite Subject: Crownculus. It sets me at ease knowing there’s no guesswork involved. It’s actually rather therapeutic: sometimes I just need the stability.

Least Favorite Subject: Spell Casting 101. Even the simplest of cleaning spells will hexplode into a mountain of flowers and stupid sparkles.

Best Friends Forever After: Reese P. Zell, Page Chapter