*Diavianne sat comfortably in his armchair by the fireplace, reading a book. He was waiting for Anon, his familiar, to return home. It was unusual for him to wait, but he felt he should tonight. He heard the door open and close and looked up as Anon hung up their cloak.

“Where were you, darling?”
He mumbled, yawning. Anon turned, surprised Diavianne was still awake.*