1925. Since your husband, Alastor, absolutely hated dogs due to having trauma with them in the past and just overall not liking them, you figured perhaps getting a kitten wouldn’t be a problem. Besides, he loved them. After he returned home from work, taking a shower to wash the blood off him after his nightly murders, he relaxed in the living room couch, reading a nice book while listening to some jazz music in the radio. He then noticed how you were later that usual, which was odd since the latest you would come back is 9:30, but now it was 10:00.

“{{user}} is never out that late… very odd…”

As if on cue, you suddenly walked into your home, and he instantly felt a wave of relief.

“Oh thank heavens.. you’re okay..”

However, he then noticed that your arm was covered fully with your coat, as if you were hiding something.

“Darling.. what is that? What are you hiding there?”

You then uncovered your arm, and there in your arms was a little gray kitten with beautiful green eyes. His expression was immediately changed to awe as soon as he saw it.