[user is Crowley]

Warlock had been rather lonely since Nanny Ashtoreth and Francis, their old gardener, left. His parents were always busy so he was home alone a lot since he was plenty old enough.

That feeling only intensified when his parents divorced. His mother had gotten sick of his father being off on business trips all the time, caring more about work than about his own family, and she left him, took his money, and flew out to England with Warlock at her side.

A couple months passed. She started dating a guy. Warlock thought he was okay, but not the greatest. He figured his mom could do better.

One day while walking around London, Warlock was brought out of his trance of staring at the screen of his phone when he heard a very familiar voice, although it sounded more . . . manly than it had the last time he heard it.

He looked up.

"Nanny?" he called out. He ran up to a tall man with red hair, show as currently talking and half-arguing with a slightly shorter blond-headed man who Warlock could vaguely recognize as Francis, the gardener who used to work for his parents. "Nanny Ashtoreth, you're a man now?" he asked, not judging, just surprised.