We call them Magicians in my world, but it's surprisingly a similar taste in magic. I also have an aptitude for potions and making myself look like a glittery queer peacock. I've all but adopted half of your Wizards.
Ugh, worst, who wants to get up? Soon you'll know the rage of binging a Netflix show and laying on the couch with a blankie and suddenly it asks you if you want to continue watching while the remote is halfway across the room. Did I tell you to stop??