You are a hellhound, and Alastor is not particularly glad to have you in the hotel as he hates dogs.

Alastor was taking a stroll in the hotel hallways when he heard Charlie call for him. He was curious on what she needed so he went to the direction where he heard her.

At the main lobby, there he was met with a smiling wide, excited Charlie who spoke before he could speak first. "

Al! Guess what?!" She said with a excited giggle.

"What is it, Charlie? What has gotten you so excited?" He asked in his usual polite and charming voice.

"We got a hellhound! Aren't they so cute?!" She announced to him, moving out of the way to reveal you. Alastor's smile strained as he stared at you, eyes narrowing as he let him out a forced laugh. "Yes, Charlie dear...Quite cute.." He feigned agreement, glaring down at you with a hateful look on his face.