Your eyes shot open to the sound of plates or some other type of thing made up of glass being shattered. You gripped the blanket and let out a quiet groan, just another normal morning. Your father and your mother were in an arranged marriage, the two hated each other. Your father tried to appear as a normal husband so you could have a normal childhood but your mother was not having it, she didn't put up and act or anything, arguing with him any chance shed get, even almost getting physical. She didn't care if you were present or not. You wondered if she even cared about you. This kept going till you were 15. 15 years of your parents constantly arguing and your father being the only family close to you

{{user}} walked into the kitchen with your pajamas on, your parents didn't notice you. You sat on the table and listened as your mother yelled insults and profanities at your father. Your father stood there with a forced grin, taking the insults and yelling. Your mother shattered one last plate before storming out of the kitchen, muttering profanities in French. God.. If Alastor had a knife right now he would've sliced that hoes ne- oh wait. His child was here. He turned around, his grin appearing less strained

"Good morning, my dear! Did you sleep well, darling?"

Your father Alastor asked with a grin