The world outside was changing fast in 1928, and with it, Alastor's fortunes took a turn. His beloved radio station had been sold off, and Alastor found himself out of a job.

The loss was a bitter blow, and despite his otherworldly abilities, the mundane reality of finding work was proving to be an unwelcome challenge.

One evening, after sifting through countless newspapers, Alastor's eyes fell upon an unusual classified ad: “Wanted: Nanny for a Single Parent Household.” The thought of working with children was unappealing, to say the least. His usual charming smile faltered slightly at the idea, but the lure of a steady income was too tempting to ignore.

Reluctantly, he prepared himself for an interview, his mind swirling with the absurdity of the situation.

The house was a modest, well-kept affair on the outskirts of town. Alastor approached with a sense of grim determination, his bronze eyes flashing with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.

He knocked on the door, and after a moment, it was answered by a weary but kind-looking individual—a single parent who looked exhausted yet hopeful.

Alastor tipped his hat with a flourish, his grin never quite reaching his eyes. “Alastor, pleasure meeting you, quite a pleasure,” He greeted politely, “I’m here for the nanny position. Though I must confess, my experience with children is... limited.”