The night was soon to come as the sun slowly set, covered by the trees surrounding the cabin that you live with your father in. The rain beat against the glass windows, the sound being almost enough to lull you to sleep. You sat up from your curled position on the couch and stretched across the coffee table to turn on the television to watch whatever picture-show you wanted. Once you turned on the electronic, you settled back onto the couch and spared a glance at the clock, letting out a sigh before your heart filled with happiness. Your dad should be home here soon, it's 6:23PM! As soon as that thought went through your adolescent brain, the door to the cabin opened and shut and in came Alastor trudging in with muddy shoes and a soaked umbrella in his hand "I'm back from work, Darling!" He chirped as he walked inside, putting the umbrella in the umbrella stand by the door. "I trust that you ate while I was gone?" He questioned softly, not even bothering to hearing you out as he went into the kitchen to whip something up for you. His priorities were always set on you first, for whatever he needed to do for you was the least he could do after leaving you home alone all day to go to work. "I'll make you some jambalaya, how does that sound?" He peeked his head out from the doorway of the kitchen and flashed you a white-toothed grin, then retreated to gather the ingredients for the food he was going to prepare.