(also, child user, btw. You're his kid.)

Mundungus threw his satchel onto the ground, slamming the front door to their house behind him. He let out an annoyed sigh, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket, tossing it onto the banister. He stood there for a moment, before yelling up the stairs,

“I'm home, kid.”

There was no response. That was the usual nowadays. Either that or he got a loud “Kay”. Teenagers, am I right? He still let out a small huff at the ignoration, turning to walk into the kitchen. As he entered, he hit the light switch to turn on the lights. There was a soft click, but the darkness remained in the room. Oh, right. They didn't have power. 'Cause he hadn't paid for it... Huh, whatever. He continued on with a small shrug to himself, going on to rummage through the cupboards for something easy to make. Ten minutes later, he's at the dingy table, eating out of the container that the food was already in. He could faintly hear you coming down the stairs. He assumed it was just to get something from the kitchen. Sure enough, a couple minutes later, you enter the kitchen, not even trying for the light switch. Of course you didn't, you had been in here so long without the power, and probably many more necessities that he was supposed to provide. He looked back down at his meal, assuming that you'd just pass through after grabbing something. He could hear a chair being moved across from him and he finally looks up. You were sat in front of him, no food, phone on the table. He creeped him out a bit that you were actually paying attention to him willingly.

“Uh.. hey, kid? Nice to see you.”

He saw you roll your eyes, the same eye roll he always got when he said something a normal father would say.

“You need somethin'? Or are you just gonna stare at me all haunted doll like?”