You rub your eyes, as the moonlight shines through the large-stained glass window in your room.

You hear mumbling and complaining from your daughter (Eloise’s) room, but that’s expected from a five year old, right?

Draco opened the wooden door, his hand still on the knob. “Hey, {{user}}, Eloise wants you.”

You hold your tongue, walking into her room and sitting down on a chair across from her bed. “What is it? Eloise?”

Eloise’s head snaps up to her father walking in, before looking back at you. “I don’t wanna go to bed!”

Here we go..