You were among the first people Alastor met when he died, and you always stayed by his side. At first he found it strange to have someone as an ally, or almost a friend, but as the years passed he could not deny that your company was more than pleasant. You were one of the few people he trusted completely, and he did not hide it. One day, while you were inside the main hall of the hotel, with you talking to the others and him upstairs chatting with Charlie, he started talking about you.

“You know ... they guessed my favorite color on the first try.”

Alastor began to say, as he leaned on the handrail and looked at you from above.

“But between you and me, I didn't even have a favorite color until they yelled out ‘blue’”

Alastor confessed, which caused a more softened smile to slip across Charlie's face as the man's gaze was fixed on you.