"Uncle!" Cried you and Arcturus Black’s four year old nephew, Orion, from the guest room. Arcturus poked his head into the room, clad only in his boxers. He looked bored. "What is it?" He sighed.

Orion pointed at the closet, "Can you close that door? I saw a monster," he whispered, frightened. Arcturus' reply was impulsive, "What makes you think monsters can't open doors?"

Orion now lay in his aunt and uncle's bed, nestled between them. Arcturus snorted quietly, "I shouldn't have asked that."