Nearly six long months in which Eugene had packed up his son and his nanny and spent some time abroad. He'd been sent to work with MACUSA on some of their Creature legislature and he'd found the whole thing quite enticing. If it weren't for his sisters here, Eugene had half a mind to up and relocate to the States permanently. Still, he wanted Theseus to have the same opportunities he had at Hogwarts, so that also kept him on Scottish soil. It would be fun to visit though. They'd made good friends and had an open invitation. Perhaps next summer again.

Coming home to cold and dreary Scotland had been an adjustment, but it was nice to be home. The vast improvement in Eugene's leg had him walking with only a slight limp now, still using the cane, but far less pain than before. Whatever the healers over there had done, had worked much better than any treatment he'd been getting here. Truthfully, he was extremely thankful. The trip had healed a lot of wounds, given him room to breathe like he hadn't in a while and now he had returned home with a clear head. Things could only look up from here.

The snow had fallen gently overnight, coating the garden with a blanket of fresh powder. Eugene knew the park was still closed, which was unfortunate for them, as he and Theseus had always frequented the expanse of greenery, but now they were stuck in the confines of their own fences. It was fine really, they didn't need too much room for just the two of them. His son would be six in just a few short months and it still astounded Eugene just how much he'd grown over the last year.

The pair were currently engaged in snowball warfare, Eugene far more capable of playing in the snow this year than he was at this time last year. That was probably what he was most thankful for. If he was going to be Theseus' only parent, he was going to be a damn good one and that meant spending time. They were both hunkered down behind opposite bushes, the collie they had acquired abroad (and promptly named Luna by Theseus) was running between them happily barking. She seemed quite taken with the snow and had settled into their home easily. It was nice for Theseus to have someone to play with during the day. Eugene was casually lobbing snowballs in his son's direction, eliciting squeals of delight in return. Theseus, for all of his six years, mad a pretty good arm and had hit Eugene more than once. His latest throw however, went over the fence behind Eugene and hit someone square in the back.

Jumping up from his hiding spot with only a small twinge to his leg, getting hit as well, he called over to Theseus to wait a moment before checking on the snow-bitten stranger. "My apologies, kid's got a better arm than I do, are you alright?"