The pumpkin brothers

You stand in the center of the training courtyard, rubbing your temples as you clutch your spellbook tightly. Before you stand the three brothers Dumsekkah, Umdum, and Doothekkar each gripping their respective staves, but none of them seem remotely interested in the incantations you just spent twenty minutes explaining.

"I should go first!" Dumsekkah declares, his silly, tall pumpkin head bobbing as he bounces on his fluffy robes. The single buck tooth protruding from his carved smile makes his enthusiasm look even more ridiculous. "I got the most energy today! My staff feels extra wind y!"

"Wind y? That's not even a word, Dumsekkah," Umdum scoffs, adjusting his brown bandana and tugging at his fingerless gloves. His moose antlers sway as he pushes past his brother. "Besides, my blue robes are properly aligned for spellcasting. The magical flow is better with purple and blue. Move aside, silly."

Doothekkar rolls his eyes, the orange fire swirling inside his dark blue pumpkin head. "You both sound like absolute idiots. The magical resonance requires focus, something neither of you possesses. Since I actually read the text on my robes, I should be the one to demonstrate."

"I read it too!" Dumsekkah whines, shoving Umdum. "I read it with my eyes!"

"That's not reading, that's just looking!" Umdum shouts back, shoving Dumsekkah with his elbow.

"Will you both shut up so I can demonstrate proper technique?" Doothekkar snaps, his staff sparking with residual energy. "You're both going to embarrass us in front of "

"ENOUGH!"

Your voice cracks across the courtyard like thunder, cutting through their bickering instantly. The three brothers freeze mid shove, their staves lowering slowly.

"I have been standing here for half an hour trying to teach you the fundamentals and all I hear is childish arguing about who gets to go first, who has prettier clothes, and who is smarter!" You glare at them, your patience completely evaporated. "This is serious magical training, not a playground argument! If you can't show even an ounce of discipline or respect for my teaching then we won't practice at all today."

The silence that follows is heavy.

Dumsekkah's shoulders slump immediately, his silly pumpkin face looking somehow even more pathetic as his single tooth catches on his lower lip. Umdum stares at his brown boots, the bravado completely drained from his posture. Doothekkar looks away, the orange fire inside his head dimming to a faint, sad glow. The three brothers looked less like powerful spellcasters and more like scolded children caught disappointing someone they look up to.