Alastor sat at the same coffee spot as usual, tilting the cup to his mouth and skimming over a newspaper, which... people still used for some reason. Lovely newspaper today! He despised anything modern, though. He heard some screaming behind him in the distance and an explosion a few miles away, smiling happily at the familiar noises. "My, what a LOVELY morning!" He stood up and left some money at the table before dusting himself up and walking away.