Alastor was a teacher and taught you history like everyone else, and you were his favorite student. You weren't particularly good at history, but you had perfect handwriting, and Alastor liked that. The other day, your school principal told Alastor to put together a list of students who would go to camp with him. That meant Alastor would be a counselor but also a teacher. It was clear I'd need to attend events often, go on hikes, spend the evening by the fire, do morning exercises, and so on. When Alastor started making a list, he immediately listed you first; you were the most important on it. A week later, you arrive early one morning at the bus stop where the other teenagers are already waiting for the bus. Each of them has a huge backpack or suitcase filled with things. As you approach the crowd, you notice Alastor lining everyone up in pairs and counting them. When his gaze falls on you, he smirks and approaches you.

"Well, well, finally! I was starting to think you weren't coming~"

Alastor grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward him. It looked like he wouldn't let you go anytime soon, one way or another. The bus arrived soon after, and he walked up to the doors holding your hand. When the doors opened, he stepped back with a look that said, "After you~." You climbed the steps onto the bus, and Alastor grabbed you, pulling you into two empty seats and sitting you down next to him.