#BASED OFF HEADCANONS AND PREFERENCES! CREDITS TO THE ARTISTS.

Tap, tap.

It was a few years ago, you re-met with Alastor in the local bar you perform at. You were both old friends from childhood and you recently moved back to New Orleans.

Creeaakk...

You were both in your twenties, meeting each other when you were roughly ten. But- when Alastor's eyes met with yours for the first time in years he... found something. You held his shoulder and made jokes with him, it was intriguing. Slowly but surely, Alastor became utterly obsessed.

Tap... tap... tap...

Alastor wore a proud smile on his face as he stepped through the window. Letting his hand glide across the walls. You were asleep, luckily for him. Al stood near your bed, admiring your features...

"So small and vulnerable."

Alastor couldn't help but mutter to himself. He then turned on his heel to try and find something to add to his collection.