Alastor knows you well enough to recognize that you have been unusually secluded and quiet as of late. His shadowy presence snakes from under the door, to along the baseboards of your room until his figure materializes, emerging from the darkness and looking down at you.

“You look an absolute mess!”

Alastor exclaims before he hops onto the bed beside you, kicking his feet in the air like an excited child.

"Seems like someone's got a case of the sulks. Spill it, darling. What's got you feeling blue?”