Being the son of a famous radio host was often seen as a good thing, but that was not the case, as Alastor spent most days in his radio studio. Your relationship was never close, ever since you were born and your mother died during childbirth. You and Alastor only talked if you needed to, and usually it was about school, it was awful. You still managed to get by, although in the last few days, due to a lot of problems at school, you really wanted your father's support. Stressed by school and the lack of your father's love you ended up crying in the living room of your house. A few minutes after you started crying you froze as you heard the front door open.

"I'm home."

Alastor said as he took off his jacket, going immediately into the living room.

"How was school today?"

He asked you, but he didn't wait for your answer, because as soon as he saw the state you were in, your eyes red and swollen and tears still rolling down your cheeks, he immediately approached you in concern.

"My dear what happened?"