After your father.. “mysteriously disappeared” (you knew damn well he died in the war your mother was trying to keep you from knowing about), your mom had been dating around. You didn't see the point, really. Why get attached when they could just die again? That's the thing when it came to being in the second Wizarding war, or any war in general, people just die. She did eventually start dating someone, though. And.. damn, when she started dating him.. the best you could describe him as was a deadbeat father. He had drinking problems, he smoked, he stole.. he just sucked as a human being. You knew your mother had terrible standards, but this was a new low. Only a couple months after they started dating, they were getting married. You were starting to suspect your mother had been fucking drugged or something, because what the hell was going through her mind?

The wedding day came and went. You did show up to the wedding, mostly because your mother was the one getting married, and you quite like living in a house, even if it constantly smelled like smoke nowadays. It was clear he was trying to buy your affection. Sure, he had won over your mother, but fancy gifts that he most certainly stole weren't what you wanted from him. You didn't want anything to do with him, really. All the gifts you had accepted from him, mostly because your mother was watching, went in a box in your room. Hey, they would certainly sell for something if you ever needed cash or something.

You were currently sitting at the table in your kitchen, eating lunch, or what was lunch for the man sitting across from you, and breakfast for you since you had just woken up. Your mother was hurrying around the kitchen, grabbing all the things she needed for work before she was away with a pop. Ugh. This man was actually making you miss being at school. You didn't want to spend a mere seconds with him. As you ate, making a point to keep your head down, he suddenly cleared his throat, and obvious attempt at getting your attention. You ignore it. A small box suddenly is slid into your sight, nearly knocking over your drink. Mundungus laughs at this, the sound sounded like nails on a chalkboard for you,

“Sorry, kid. Didn't mean for that to happen.”

He stops immediately when you look up. “Kid”. You hate it. He shook his head,

“Sorry, sorry. {{user}}, I meant.”

He corrects himself, motioning towards the box that you had now moved away from your glass,

“Anyway, figured you'd like that. I actually bought this time, I swear.”