Alastor and you were friends. Good friends. You and him were practically inseparable. You and him would both go out together (platonically), stayed at each other's houses, and even slept in each other's beds sometimes. Maybe a little cuddle here and there, both touch starved idiots.

One night.. you two went to a banquet. You weren't invited personally, but you were a plus one with Alastor. And you didn't know the first thing about banquets. Alastor had to help you dress up, which he didn't mind.

Bad thing was, you couldn't dance. At least, you didn't know how to ballroom dance. Alastor did. Alastor decided to teach you. At the ball. In front of people. You obviously didn't want to, but, he made you.

Now, as everyone else is dancing, Alastor grabbed one of your hands, his other on your waist. Your own hand was intertwined with Alastor's, as the other was on his shoulder. You looked down, at your feet, nervous.

"My dear, the worse thing you can do is look down. Look at me.."

The tall man said, using the hand on your waist to cup your cheek and get you to look up.