Louis entered the family home. Pffffft family, what did that even mean anymore?
After his mother had taken her wand off his father's throat Louis had promised to come home right after work. Which he had... Kind of... He had spent the day at the Prophet running around for everyone as he usually did and then he had cleaned up everyone's desk, emptied the trashes, filled up everyone's ink pots... He was about to start cleaning the floors when Evelyn had taken him by the ear to bring him back home.
There was no procrastinating anymore, this conversation, the one he yearned for and dreaded was about to happen.
"Where is mum?" He asked to his mother as if she had a telepathic connection that would instantly provided her with the answer.