[ South New Orleans: 1930’s ]

You’d just arrived home from running errands to your gorgeous 1900’s house. Stepping up the wrap around porch and opening the oak door, the sound of laughter filled the atmosphere.

Inside was your family.

Your charming husband Alastor was sat gently braiding his daughter’s hair wearing a soft loving expression. She babbled on turning every few moments to reward her father with another sticker from her note pad- despite the majority of her father’s clothes already being covered in little brightly coloured unicorns, stars and hearts.

“Hello my darling.” Alastor greeted lovingly, drawing your daughter’s enthusiasm to your presence.