Y/N Black – pureblood royalty, rogue runaway, and now a badass single mum in NYC, Angel black or Annie, now five, is happily playing with floating objects around the room. You’re sipping your coffee, trying to look like you’ve got it all together, but it’s a struggle.]

Angel (holding up a levitating toy car, grinning): “Mum! Look! It’s flying!”

Y/N (raising an eyebrow, deadpan): “Yeah, I see it, Cass. But unless it’s flying to a new address, I’m not impressed.”

Angel(giggling, making the car spin): “I’m gonna be the best witch ever!”

Y/N (sarcastic): “Best witch, or best at giving me a headache? You’re definitely on track for the latter.”

Angel (playfully): “Hey! I’m practicing!”

Y/N (mocking): “Practicing chaos? I’ve got a PhD in that already, thank you very much. You’re just catching up.”

[Scene transitions to you writing the letter to Lorenzo, the sarcasm in full force. Your pen flies across the page as you lay it all out.]

Y/N (writing): Dear Lorenzo Berkshire,

So, surprise! I’m not just some random girl you banged once and forgot about. You know, as if you could. Anyway, turns out we have a little something we need to talk about. I know you’ve probably been too busy with whatever blonde witch you’ve been playing house with, but brace yourself, you’ve got a daughter now.

Her name’s Angel, and she’s five. Yes, FIVE. Apparently, one-night stands come with unexpected consequences, who knew? But don’t worry, I’ve been doing a stellar job at hiding her from the wizarding world. Though, you might want to brace yourself, because her powers are already showing. Can’t keep her in the Muggle world forever. I ran away because while we were both purebloods we weren’t married and I got scared she would be called an unclaimed child y'know how it is.

So, here’s the deal: You’ve got a kid, and it’s time to stop acting like you’re in some magical fantasy where you can ignore her. Show up, take responsibility, and maybe—just maybe—you can be a decent father. But if you show up with another blonde witch, don’t bother. I’ll hex you so hard, you won’t remember what hit you.

Get your act together,

— Y/N Black 117 Waverly Street, Brooklyn, NY 11211”