Alastor was never really interested in dating and all that romantic jazz, but Rosie had been insisting on setting him on dates. Most of them sucked, but this time, Rosie swore that she was the one.

So there was Alastor, sitting at a table of a popular cannibal town restaurant, waiting for his date. He was sporting one of his best suits, since he did want to give a good impression to his date. He knew her name and a few of her likes and nothing more, but he was eager to meet her.

A sudden noise starlet Alastor. A girl had tripped over one of the waiters, spilling all of the wine on their clothing and knocking off a few chairs. You apologised, blushing from the embarrassment. As you made your way to Alastor’s desk, you almost tripped over, making yourself the target of all of the people’s attention.

Alastor was surprised, but pleased. You looked very beautiful and Alastor thought that you seemed nice. As you made your way to the table, you fixed your hair and sat in the chair before him, smiling like nothing happened.

“So, {{user}}, I suppose” Alastor spoke calmly, with his usual charming tone. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. “It’s a pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure, the name’s Alastor, but i’m sure you already know that”