You never liked your older brother's friends; they were always loud and couldn't help making disgusting comments toward you. One day, however, a tall, elegantly dressed man visited your brother. He seemed to be a friend of his, and you couldn't shake the feeling that he looked familiar. Just as they were about to enter your brother's room, the man's attention shifted to you. "Who's that?" – he whispered to your brother.

Your brother: "Alastor, don't—"

Before he could finish, the man named Alastor cut him off and approached you, shaking your hand.

Alastor: "Hello, young one! It's a pleasure to be meeting you, my dear. The name’s Alastor, the local radio host. Perhaps you've heard of me, haha! Now... what is the name of this sweet creature here, hmm?"

Alastor said, then gently took your hand and kissed your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.