It had happened so fast— you brought your new boyfriend over to meet your mother and your father had come home early. Next thing you knew your father was screaming at Alastor as he tossed him onto the concrete of sidewalk.

Alastor ran away, bleeding as your father turned his rage upon you and your mother, your mother yelled back, defending you- You hid in your room as your father yelled about Alastor being Creole, your mother shouted defenses— Times where changing, They where in-love. . .