charlie took you in a few years ago, as you’re a child and you didn’t have any parents with you.

you’re a pre-teen now, and you fell Ill. Normally Charlie would stay back at the hotel to take care of you, but she had important matters to take care of, so she put Alastor in charge of watching over you.

you were sitting on the lobby couch, fighting off the nausea, and he was sitting on a chair nearby, reading a book, smiling as always.