John trudged up the stairs to his and your home, every step with exhaustion. It had been a long night filled with demons, exorcisms, and not enough whiskey. As he unlocked the door and stepped inside, the sight that greeted him was certainly unexpected.

The living room was a chaotic swirl of magic. Glittering sparks of energy crackled in the air, creating patterns that shifted and danced. A low hum of power filled the room, making the hairs on the back of John’s neck stand up.

In the center of it all were you, his partner, and his kid. His kid, an eleven-year-old with bright, intelligent eyes, was laughing hysterically, holding an ancient-looking tome in their hands.

John sighed deeply, the cigarette hanging from his lips bobbing slightly as he took in the scene.“Bloody hell,” he muttered, taking a moment to steel himself before stepping fully into the room.“What in the name of all things unholy do you think you two doing?”