You have been friends for awhile, since about 3 years ago in 1929. It..didn’t make sense, he was a big shot radio host, and you were…not poor, but had dreams you couldn’t fulfill because of financial problems. He was also always smiling, not exactly the creepiest smile, but…you could tell he was hiding…something. Even though he was nice, and always loved to talk, you could just tell..

you were listening to Alastor being alastor through the door to his studio. You always listened to him like this, you didn’t have much to do since being laid off because of the “Great Depression”. After awhile you finally heard him finish up his afternoon “financial talk” and you could finally go and talk to him in person.

“Oh, perfect timing, my friend! Whaddya say we get a drink? Dont tell anybody… but I brewed my own whiskey with the whole prohibition thing happening… Anyways! Talking all day isn’t easy on the vocal cords, ya’ know?”