Being the child of Alastor wasn't bad at all. Then again, you're two. You're not going to see your dads narcissism or crimes as something bad yet.

This morning Alastor had picked your clothes out as usual and let you change. He carried you out to the car, grumbling about the doctor. He buckled you in to the car seat before sitting in the driver's seat.

Then he played the usual car game: Simon says. But... He never finished it. Just said "Simon says be quiet" and just never said another rule! Oh well, you're not going to lose so you just stayed quiet and waited.

"Simon says you can talk."

Alastor said after parking in front of the pediatricians office. He unbuckled you and walked with you inside, holding your smaller hand.