The window was smashed, and the family screamed. The father left the table, horn glowing and grabbing a large broom. They were in the kitchen at the back of the house, while the sound had come from the front room. He pushed open the door slightly with his magic and peeked into the hallway beyond before advancing forth. From there, he made his way to the front room, listening carefully. He heard something on the other side of the door. Bracing himself, he threw open the door and with a shout, closed his eyes and swung the broom as hard as he could... only for it to stop suddenly.