𝗼𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗿..🥀 (𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒📻)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷: 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩

(This is my first post so please be supportive 🫶🏻)
(The first few chapters are about his human life)

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Alastor's POV:

I am out in my mother's garden, it was huge and neatly patterned with flowers. She loves roses, especially the red roses, but my favorite is the daisy. Right now, I was digging roses and daisies out from the soil, my face hands and knees covered in soil.

I run back into the house, holding a messy flowers nest that was slowly falling apart and landing onto the kitchen floor. "Ma! Ma! I made you a nest!" I grinned joyfully at my mother as he was sipping her hot drink. She almost choked on her drink as she stared at me both in shock and awe.

As much as she loves the nest I held, she couldn't take her eyes off my dirty clothes and my messy hair. "Goodness, Alastor! What a little mess you are!" My mother chuckled before I gave her the flower nest.

I ignore her shocked response and I point at the roses on the nest. "I picked out the best ones! I know how much you like red roses so I mixed then with my favorite flowers, daisies." I smile brightly at her, showing a missing fang tooth.

"Well I think it's amazing. I'm so proud of you, dear!" She kisses my cheek, which made me giggle. "Eww, ma!" I rub my cheek while my mother places the nest in the center of the table.

"Come! Let's get you cleaned up!" She picks me up, and I let out a small squeal. "Nooo! I don't want a bath!" I wiggle my legs in her arms.

"It's better than being smelly!" She smothers my face with kisses, making me laugh.

Alastor's mother's POV:

"How's the bubbles, dear?" I call out, my head leaning on the bathroom door.

I hear the water splashing around as Alastor enters the bath. "It's good, ma!" He yells from the other side. I smile, feeling relieved that he is comfortable.

The front door slams, meaning that Alastor's father is back home. I sigh, walking towards the hallway to greet him. He had sweat on his nose and his hair was slightly dangling down his forehead. He had the same unreadable look on his face. "Darling! It's so good to see you!" I force a smile.

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In the evening, me, my husband and my son were sat by the dining table, about to try my new recipe. I clasp my hands together triumphantly. "This is my new recipe. Jambalaya! I hope you enjoy it." Alastor's father's face was unreadable as he picked up the fork. "A bowl of sloppy grease. Is that fish?" He points at the shrimp with disgust.

I raise an eyebrow. "A shrimp, dear.. now why don't we all dig in?" I smile awkwardly, while we all take a fork full of the jambalaya.

Alastor chews the sausage mixed with rice and sauce, his eyes slowly widening in delight. "Ma, you should make this more often. It's yummy!" He chews with his mouth open, some of the sauce dribbling down his chin, but he didn't notice.

I smile at my son before it faltered as my husband spoke up. "Son. Eat properly." He glares at him, which made Alastor's smile disappear, and that's when we all fell into an awkward silence.

no ones POV:

The silence was deafening.. the forks and glasses clinking made it even more awkward. Alastor looked away from his father while he ate, feeling rather uncomfortable. Alastor's mother felt stiff while she ate her food, as if she was glued to the chair. But, she couldn't bare the suffering silence any longer, so she spoke up. "Soooo.. Alastor dear, do you want me to dry your hair after this devouring meal?" She smiles at her son as he just chewed slowly. "Yes please, Ma. I always burn myself when I do it." His smile appears back on his face, but yet again, his father spoke up. "You should know how to use a hair dryer. How old are you??" He asked roughly.

Alastor looked at his mother, scared. "He's only 7, dear. Please don't start at the dinner table.." she sighed, giving her husband a pleading look, which obviously didn't make him feel any form of guilt whatsoever. "He should know! Heck, he can't even tell the time yet! What a great son we raised!" He laughed maniacally, pushing the chair back, making a screeching noise. He didn't bother to put his half eaten jambalaya in the fridge.

"Would it hurt to tidy up?!" Ms Hartfelt yelled as Mr Hartfelt stormed into his office. She scoffed, rolling her eyes and getting back to eating her jambalaya. Then...

Alastor sniffled, tears rolling down his slightly chubby cheeks. "Ma.. do I even matter to Pa..?" His voice cracked, which made his mother feel a wave of sadness at the sight of her upset son.

Alastor's mother got up from her seat and she kneeled down to Alastor's level while he slouched on the kitchen chair. "Darling.. don't let your Pa's words fool you. He doesn't mean it, okay..? He's just got a short temper, that's all." She reassured him, wiping her son's tears away, her lips turning into a frown when Alastor choked out a sob.

"What does he even see in me..?" He asks, looking at his hands fidgeting with his shirt. His mother caresses his cheek softly.

"I'm sure he sees you the same way I do, dear.." she kisses him on the forehead, making him giggle sadly. "I love you, Ma.."

"I love you too, my little angel. Don't you ever forget that.."

(This chapter feels so short to me whaaaat😀 I promise I'll do better, maybe)