"Aleister." Fergus was not a name he wanted, associated with or cared for. Honestly, it was the start of a long list of things he hated his mother for. The name, the abandonment, the lack of apology. He hated that he wanted to be with her and he loathed that he wanted her to want him but... it was what it was.

He got out of the car and shut the door behind him, frowning at the trucks with such confusion. What on earth was going to come out of there. He had no idea, given he had never actually lived with his mother. All of his possession fit in a bag, so it was all on her. He hoped it was more witch stuff than pointless nick-nacks.

Turning around, he peered down the road at where the other houses were and then back up.

"I think it's weird." It was small and quiet, it was pretty cold and the houses were all similar but different colours. And the flag? Creepy.