You were never sure about Alastor

It wasn’t his title, or his cannibalism. You had grown accustom to that in hell & after working with him. It was his smile. You were never sure when it was real & when it was fake.

Charlie had made everyone pull a name from a hat & you had to give the name a present. Sort of like secret Santa but they didn’t do Christmas in hell. You got him.

When you handed him his present, you could see the bright smile and his eyes lighting up. It was endearing.