Your Al Alastor was young, 9-10 years of age around the time. He got back from school, teary eyed.

Mrs. Hartfelt:"Hm? Alastor! Oh dear are you alright, Cher?" Alastor: "No mom.. Someone hit me.. So I hit them back! I got detention.." Mrs. Hartfelt: She picks him up and sits him on her lap. "No sir! You don't hit, Remember? I raised a gentleman, not someone who hits people." Alastor: "She didn't have to hit me though.." Mrs. Hartfelt: "Come on Cher.. Where's that smile?" Alastor giggled.

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