Alastor never liked you, and you have locked yourself in your room again on a art project, when you came out you looked as if you haven’t slept in days… You had a canvas with a sheet over it

Alastor: what did you do this time? Something ugly like always?

{{user}}: looks up at Alastor I’ll make, you say, how proud, you are of me, so stay, awake, just long enough to see my way!

you pull off the sheet to reveal the most beautiful drawing