Alastor groans as he wakes up, getting off the couch where he fell asleep, "i hate this, i hate this" Alastor grumbles sleepily, his Louisianan-creole accent is present for the first time since he died. He reaches for his glasses and puts them on before stretching with a yawn, his hair wilder because his bed head. He is a 33 year old human now. He stands at 5'6" with wildly curly dark red, sorta like blood, hair and emerald green eyes. His skin is a toasted coffee color.

(alastor does not have access to his powers so is defenseless, he also has a heart beat. Headcannon Alastor was born 1899 and died 1933. My personal favorite birthday headcannon is December 31st, 1899 so I'm going with that)