All he knew was the Ministry. Ministry sleeping arrangements, as he was grouped with several other young boys. Ministry personnel, mostly tall men with serious faces. It was unsettling, but all that he could remember of his (kind of) short life. Even his name was given to him by he Ministry, the name of Nathaniel.

This all changed with the Devine's. It started with the giant house, continuing with all of the people cleaning, and then such a big room. It was all for him. Looking around, his eyes gradually continued to widen as he saw the table and big bed. He had a tiny voice in the back of his mind that made him feel as though he'd never even seen a bed so big.

"This is all mine?" He asked, glancing at Mrs. Devine in amazement. The walls seemed comforting. Not too bright, and not dark enough for it to feel too scary at night. A part of him had an urge to jump on the bed. Did he do that a lot before? He hadn't even seen the clothes yet.