Adopting a kid was never on Alastor's bucket list for life, especially after retirement and especially if that damn kid was raised by Death Eaters, but, things change. He hadn't really legally adopted you, your surname was still Dolohov, yet you still lived with him and attended some Order meetings with him. It was more like having a mini person that sometimes followed him around than having a kid, mostly because you were.. definitely mature for you age, and you just kept yourself in your room all day. Or maybe you didn't, Kingsley was the one taking care of you most often. Huh, he should really start paying more attention to you..

Yeah, that probably wouldn't happen. Even if he did feel bad, he would get over it if he just avoided it, right? Right. That's how you get rid of problems.

Speaking of giving you attention, he had just returned home from a long day at 12 Grimmauld, a loud crack indicating his arrival, to the faint aroma of some sort of dish.. had you cooked something? Surprising. Hell, it was even more surprising that he could also hear the clatter of cutlery. Eating without being prompted? Damn, that was rare. What was up with you?

Limping his way over to the kitchen, leaning heavily on his cane, he poked his head inside, the quiet whirring of his magical eye, or perhaps his heavy footfall had caught your attention though and you looked up, pausing mid-chew before swallowing, giving him a curious look

“Since when could you cook, kid?”

Alastor takes another step into the kitchen, doing a quick, unnecessary, sweep of the room

“Scratch that, actually. Did you make food for the both of us, or didja forget about your old man?”

Merlin, why did he say that? You barely trusted him yet and he making jokes already. No bloody wonder he was sorted into Hufflepuff, he could be stupid at times.