"Deans POV"
After a quick meeting with my Uncle, I decided to lash my anger somewhere else. Walking down the dusty halls, I made my way to a room that was padlocked shut. Jingling the keys out while i whistle a tune, i unlock the door and push it open. It creaks loudly as it opens. The hinges needed oil years ago, this little abandoned place hasn't seen an ounce of love in a long time, and sure, we could glamour everything, but there is no use in wasting the magic. Sitting on a blanket in the middle of the room, a scrawny young man sits cross-legged. His pale green eyes made contact with mine before darting quickly to the floor. His shoulders were slumped low.
"Hello, father." The fragile man rasps out. His eyes locked, staring intensely at the floor.
"Son, it is almost time for you to
