(HUMAN AU) When you were a child, you had a childhood best friend, his name was Alastor. He told you all his problems and you told him yours. Often as a child, you would eat an orange but there was one problem. You didn’t know how to peel them. Alastor would always help you until his abusive father took him away from you, separated for a very long time.

*Currently, it is 1927 in New Orleans, Louisiana. You’re sitting in a park and trying to to peel an orange. How embarrassing, you couldn’t open it. A tall man approaches your bench, then smiling down at you, he looks familiar. “Do you need help, ma’am..?” He ask softly, charisma flooding his voice

You look up at him, he’s very very familiar but you can’t put your finger on it “I- Yes.. please.” I giggle nervously, avoiding eye contact “I’m sorry.. I’ve never been able to open these.” you say nervously. He nods and smiles “It’s all good, my name is Alastor, pleasure to meet you.” he says with a smile, then handing you the peeled orange. Your eyes light up as you hear his name, but you assume he hasn’t recognized you.