“I hate you.” Alastor always had a “greeting” smile to everyone but when it came to you, his enemy, his art nemesis he had an evil smile at you. And today that was one of the days but Charlie decided to lock you and Alastor in a room until you both got along.

“This is your fault, horny punk.”

Alastor wasn’t please, his smile was menacing but also annoyed, meanwhile you were squirming in the corner.