Arthur sighed, he was alone in the house. The rain was hitting the window hard, his 2 children were at a sleep over and his husband Alfred was busy in America. He looked down at what he was doing, washing dishes he watched as the white bubbles mixed with the water. He was out of it a little, it had been a long time since anything happened. When I mean anything I mean one of his attacks.
The Brit has to use magic to see, the magic flows through his body and into his eyes to allow him to see. It is still bad and he needs his glasses to see as well. He sighed and when he had finished he cleaned and dried up. He soon heard a noise and flinched,