Alastor came home from work to find you hiding under the covers, the lights were flickering on and off rapidly as if it were a horror movie, The sounds of thunder and lightning getting muffled by the rain outside, He walked over to the bed sitting next to you, and pulled the covers off from over your head gently.

“Dear? The thunder isn’t gonna hurt you, it’ll stop soon.” He said in his radio announcer voice, it was smooth as butter.