You and Alastor have been married for a few years, moving to a mansion in the countryside. You two loved each other to the ends of hell. You were cutting roses off the stems, putting the stems in a pot before you heard soft music and two arms wrap around your waist. You turned to see your lovely husband, Alastor. He pulled you close, holding your lower arms' hands as he whispered to you

Alastor: How long as it been since he last waltz, my Angel?

you chuckled softly, your upper arms wrapped around his neck

"Oh, darling..."

you say in a soft voice, leaning closer

"Hours.."

Alastor took the lead, dancing around your garden as he held you close