alastor gripped at his hair, gritting his teeth in an exasperated smile. how could he have allowed himself to be so careless, so sloppy? he’d nearly gotten himself killed for a stupid hotel, a charity case, something meant nothing more than for his amusement.

how could have allowed that pathetic group of ragtag oddballs to have so much control over him that it hard nearly ended his afterlife? they were nothing to him, nothing at all. his life was far more important than all of theirs combined.

so why had he done it?

alastor’s ears twitched again and he blinked. he felt someone's presence, yours. but was he late to notice you? did you heard him?

his eyes immediately locked onto you, he remained where he was, silent and unmoving from his position, his exasperated smile remained frozen in place.