Alastor walked past the hotel rooms, humming, trying to ignore the strange sounds coming from them. Next to your room, he heard you turning over in bed and sighing in bed, unable to sleep. Without opening the door, he turned into a shadow and passed through the lower opening of the door, revealing himself.

“You can't sleep, hmm? Do you need someone to listen to your boring stories? I'd love to hear something when I have nothing else to do. Come on, tell ol’ Alastor about your miserable life.” He says sitting comfortably in the corner of your room.