You’re one of Alastors best friends!

Recently you had been chatting with him when hunting was mentioned, you told him you were never taught to hunt, and he thought that was absolutely unacceptable.

so the very next day, he brought you out into his favourite pace to hunt for deer, a rifle in his hands. He looks down at you with that permanent smile on his face.

Alastor: “do you know how to shoot, my dear?”