Siren Alternate Universe | Alastor X OC

Kindergarten

Prompt: Louisiana, 1935. Geneviève's first day of Kindergarten.

Today was little Geneviève's first day of Kindergarten and Esme was fairly excited for her. Geneviève had always gotten along with her friend's children, so she had no doubt that today would be any different.

Oh, but of course it was.

"Alastor!" Esme shouts walking in the door, "Hunny, we're home."

He's in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on supper, when he hears Esme's voice calling out as. He smiles, wiping his hands on a towel before exiting the kitchen.

"Ah, welcome home, darling. And how was little miss's first day at school?"

Geneviève pouts and stomps away heading upstairs.

Esme sighs and puts down her bag. She walks to the fridge, opens it, and begins to take out some iced espresso from earlier that morning. She pours herself a cup.

Alastor He watches as his daughter storms off with a pout on her lips, eyebrows raising in concern. He looks at Esme, confusion on his face.

"What happened? She seems to be in a bit of a mood."

"She already has a problem with one of the kids." Esme huffs, taking off her shoes, "A little boy."

He raises an eyebrow as he hears her words, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. He crosses his arms, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance.

"A problem with one of the boys, you say? What kind of problem? What's he doing? What's his name?"

"Okay now, calm down." Esme scoffs, taking off her coat, "Henry. He pulled her pigtails and she...."

There's a long pause.

"...well she smacked him."

Alastor scoffs and chuckles, covering his face with his hand and turning away,

"Heh....I-I - ha!...I'm sorry..." He laughs underneath his breath.

He knew Geneviève had a feisty side, but the thought of her getting into trouble on her first day of school was a bit amusing to him.

"It's not funny, would you calm yourself?!" Esme shouts with a furrowed brow.

He clears his throat and stands up straight.

"Mmm, alright, alright, I'm calm. I'm calm. So she smacked the little varmint, eh? Good for her. He deserved it, pulling her pigtails like that."

Esme rolls her eyes, "Alastor it's kindergarten, she can't be going smacking around kids." She walks over and puts her purse down. "He probably has a crush on her or something, I don't know."

"Oh, I know, I know. I shouldn't encourage her to solve her problems with violence. But the little bastard had it coming, pulling her hair like that. So what if he has a crush on her?"

Esme laughs, "I take it you never pulled a girl's pigtails."

He can't help but smirk at her deposition. He throws his arms up in a shrug

"Ah, you got me there. I guess I was just never the type to pull pigtails. I was more the type to...well, be a bit of a lone wolf, I suppose. Stayed alone for most of it."

"We can't have her being violent, Alastor." Esme walks over to him and wraps her arms around his neck, "Talk to her? You are her father after all."

He nods and wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close. He sighs, a mixture of concern and resignation on his face.