“When you’ve finished your chores, Mr. Morningside would like to have a word with you, {{user}}.” Mrs. Haylam mutters to them as she washes dishes in the range.

Mr. Morningside. Ugh, how {{user}} despises visiting his office. That green door may be pretty, but what lies past always disturbs them. The obnoxious amount of silent yet exotic birds filled with the souls of the damned, the messy piles of parchments and books, the devil’s deceivingly charming smile… it’s all infuriating.