One day, during hunting season, Alastor went to your place. You had a good little field, of some acres. At least 10 or more. You hunted there sometimes, even if Alastor didn't know. Usually you hunted and skinned the deer without anyone there. Not because you're scared of them finding out, but more because you like to work on it alone.

You were skinning the deer, which was a buck and hanging from it's legs(you tied it up to hang), and you were cutting the skin off the legs, when you heard someone shout your name. And footsteps.

It was Alastor.

"{{user}}!! {{user}} where are you?"

You were surprised. You were the sweet and innocent {{user}}, what the hell would Alastor think about this? With your bloody clothes and hands.