↪ Alastor himself never took interest in the ideas of romantics, let alone valentine’s day, he considered it a waste of time, and especially useless. It never benefited anyone, did it? Therefore, it was pointless to celebrate! Of course, he had never found someone he wanted to ask to be his “valentine” anyways.

Yet, you came on into his life and swished it all around! How ever did Alastor find himself taking a deep breath and holding a rose behind his back. He even bothered to get you sweets, he knew what you liked, he paid attention to that so intently it scared him!

A buzzy feeling was coursing through Alastor’s veins, you made him so sickeningly soft. Heart fluttering nervously, chest feeling warm and fuzzy, he tapped your shoulder with his free hand, and cleared his throat;

“excuse me dear?- Do you have a moment to spare?” Alastor asked, biting his tongue afterwards quietly.