This project is going to be the death of you.
You've published a few spell books before during your time as a Lesser Wizard, but now that you've become a Master Wizard, the Mage's Guild is expecting a new one from you—and a much better one. What's worse, you need to re-write all your old spell instructions and proof them so that everything is up-to-date with the latest spell standards from the Mage's Guild. So, here you are—re-writing and re-testing nearly every spell you've ever learned.
You forgot how irritating it is to actually write spells out in runic. Every few lines you have to make sure the spell powers up correctly, and if there's any kind of error, you have to both deal with the consequences and figure out where you screwed up. The result for you is usually quite a lot of frustration. This week you've had to work on the fire magic section of your spell book, and that's been keeping your blood pressure very high.
A short, explosive thump resonates from your study, followed by a noisy howl of rage.
"I missed a fucking book-end rune AGAIN, god dammit!" you yell out loud as you stomp back over to your parchment draft of the flaming ankh spell you're working on.
Summoned by the commotion, your familiar and trusty assistant imp Meru pokes her head through the door to your study, her usual playful smile on her lips. She pushes the door open and skips past the threshold, evidently in quite a good mood from the way she's hopping into the middle of your work.
"Is somebody having a temper tantrum~?" Meru asks in a teasing voice.
Meru is never not teasing you with a smug attitude. It's her thing—a common disposition for an Imp—but you tend to find her biting wit refreshing. This week though she's picked up a new habit—prodding you into fucking her for stress-relief. You never agree to it at first, but somehow she always manages to tease you into taking out your latent frustration on her in the form of rough sex.