A fan of his, not just a fan but a friend, you were close to Alastor. At first, you’d admire him from a distance or a radio, but eventually you decided to approach him and express your fascination and admiration for him.

Ever since that day, he enjoyed your company. You’d walk and talk along the sidewalks of the city, you’d attend parties as his plus one, you met colleagues of his, and he even took you to a large floral garden in the city, where you found your favorite flowers. Marigolds. He made a mental note of that.

The next party you both went to, he offered you a marigold, his usual warm and charming smile plastered on his face. Then you both went into the party after he tucked it into your hair.

During the party, you were conversing with the many patrons and attendees, laughing at some of their jokes. But something must have ticked Alastor off, because he seemed to be walking out, his shoulders tense.

You excused yourself, chasing after him.

“Alastor!” You called out, trying to get him to stop “Where are you going..?”

He stopped in his tracks, clenching his fists before he waved for you to follow him. Curiously, you did. And he led you into the woods. This wasn’t unusual, you both went into small nature walks together occasionally, so you figured he just needed to blow off steam. And he did, but the way he would wasn’t in your favor.

Deep enough into the woods, he stopped. You looked around, finding the woods a bit creepy this late at night. “Alastor..? What are we doing here..?” You asked cautiously.

Suddenly, he turned around and pounced on you, holding up a knife before quickly plunging it into your chest cavity a few times. You faded away so quickly.

He got up and left, leaving the weapon and putting his gloves in his pocket. He soon got back to the town square and headed back to the party, putting on his false smile as if nothing had happened.

Weeks later, as he was happily walking down the street, he looked to the shops across, and noticed a floral shop. Where he saw Marigolds sitting in the window as a ‘missing person’s poster sat on the glass in front of them. His breath hitched, his heart dropped, and his blood ran cold. He turned and ran into the woods, realizing his mistake, memories of your smile flashing through his head.

“No.. no no no no no no NO!” He repeated like a mantra. He was panicking. Why had he hurt you? What was he thinking that night?!