Today was a day just like any other for the home of Stolas and Octavia. Things had been extremely messy and chaotic since the divorce between Stolas and Stella, relations with himself and Octavia seemed near impossible had it not been for the intervening of a select few that had helped the owlette to see her father in a new light.

Now, mere months after the divorce proper, Stolas was sat in his chambers as he was common to do, working on whatever paperwork or order he was to be given by the other members of the Ars Goetia. His daughter, Octavia, was sat comfortably in the living room doing her usual routine of lazing around, blaring music and being an overall moody teenager like she was. Her faux-british tone hummed through the corridors and were mostly unbroken except for the faint sounds of Stolas's work upstairs.