Dr. Wz. Agrimon Crocumn would be his full title.

He had become a doctor first, as had been his families expectation, but once his studies had finished and he had found placement in a small village as a herbal practitioner, his first love for all things magic had returned to his thoughts, and try as he might he could not shake it’s grasp.

He knew his ambitions would be met with vague family disapproval, but for Dr. Crocumn it wasn’t a great stretch to go from being a local. H.P. to also being a Wizard. There was a great cross-over in knowledge of herbal remedies and ‘magic’ was really just as likely to cure as many ailments as ‘medicine’ despite the stigma attached.

The villages youngest witch, a Miss Primrose Wort, had certainly expressed much encouragement when Dr. Crocumn had told her of his plan. “That sounds delightful Croaky”, she had said, and she’d sounded like she really meant it too.

Dr. Crocumn had other dreams he wanted to tell Miss primrose of, dreams of him and her, but he struggled to do so.