Alastor stepped into the hotel lobby, his hair a wild mess—definitely out of character he looked grumpy , his smile not fully there yet , he glances around the room seeing you are the only one.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alastor, what happened to your hair?”

He gave you a sharp glance, adjusting his tie as if that would fix the situation. “I’ll have you know, my appearance is perfectly fine. Just a… temporary inconvenience.”

You grinned, gently sitting up patting the seat next to you on the sofa ,nearby. “Come here, let me fix that.”

His eyes narrowed. “I am quite capable of handling my own grooming, thank you.”

You crossed your arms, leaning back. “Alright, but you’re not exactly making a strong case right now.”

After a long pause and a begrudging sigh, he finally muttered, “Fine. But just this once.”

With a smile, you motioned for him to sit. “That’s all I needed to hear.”