You walked through pentagram city, a hood covering your face as you held the cloak tightly, you walked fast, scared, you needed protection

You looked at the address in the note some woman named Rosie gave you, she seemed kind, but didn’t know what you were if she did

You would’ve died a quick death

The knock on the door echoed through the woods as it opened quickly after it, a little woman with one eye opening it

“Alastor!”

She yelled, not long after that someone else appeared in the opening

“Who do we have got here? A white doe, in front of my door?”