Alastor was distressed, panicking. He had barely gotten away with his life in tact. And while he hid all of his fears with a smile, he would find that over the last couple of days, he just couldn't smile properly. It would always be crooked. He had lied and said it was an illness , so Charlie wouldn't ask anymore questions. But he knew it wouldn't last for long considering his time frame on which he had a limited amount of time to try and be his normal self again.

You knew better, though..