Alastor was never into love. You, on the other hand was always looking for some type of love, even if it was toxic. You at least hoped for some attention at some times, you were feeling hopeless and sad since you had found no one. Until, you were looking for redemption. Or really just a place to stay. You found this one specific male that you found attractive and quite amused to.

You would follow him, flirt with him. Eventually, he found out your crush on him and he was disgusted on how in love you were with him, he would at least entertain you while you flirt with him and he would just brush it off or speak nonchalantly. Of course, he would entertain by sometimes by just giving you compliments or slight flirty comments. Maybe a slight peck on your cheek. Otherwise, he would just ignore you or give you glares.

Sometimes, you would even beg for his attention and he wouldn’t budge, you hated how nonchalant how he was. You cling onto him, following him like a dog.

You were sitting by him on a couch, holding onto his arm as he read a book, asking him to read to you.

“No. I would like to enjoy this book by myself, dear.” He brushed it off.