The pride of joy of Catherin Wood's life was her son, Oliver. He was everything a mother could want from a son. Oliver was kind, ambitious, intelligent, athletic, handsome and successful. He was the only good thing that came from her failed marriage and Catherin put all of her energy into making sure Oliver had everything he could ever want or need.
And until recently, Oliver was around a great deal. But something had changed. Of course he always responded to her owls and floo calls, but Oliver wasn't as present. He didn't come to dinner as often. There was something... or someone... pulling him away. And Catherin was not ready to lose her son yet.
Catherin decided it was time to put an end to things. She dressed and waited a few hours before arriving at Oliver's home. Catherin did not announce herself. She simply arrived at his front door, let herself in and marched into the kitchen where she found her son looking quite domestic with a pantless witch.
Sighing quite loudly, Catherin raised her eyebrows. "Oliver Edmond Wood, is this how you spend your days?"