November 14th, 1928.

You watched on your porch as Alastor shook his umbrella dry- He was your neighbors precious son. Rain poured down, muffling the conversation they began as he was taken inside.. Your parents where having dinner with them tonight as a bit of a ‘ welcome home ‘ party.

“ Y/N-! Get inside this instant!! You’ll catch a cold-! Go get ready! ..And close that god damned door!! “

Your mother was getting ready herself as she yelled from the doorway, calling you back inside.