You’d been out in the woods all day, waiting for something, it was beginning to get dark, suddenly you hear a rustling from a bush and point your weapon towards it, suddenly a man walked out, carrying a dead deer over his shoulder

Alastor: “Lower your weapon, I’m not an animal”

He stares at you as you lower your weapon

Alastor: “Thank you dear, now, mind telling me what you’re doing out here so late at night?”