During the battle, Alastor’s cane was shattered into two pieces, and a wave of anxiety gripped him. Despite his panic, he fought on, only to discover afterward that his cherished cane—the very thing tied to his power—was missing. Hours of frantic searching followed until you returned it to him.

The moment he saw the cane in your grasp, he wanted to tear you apart for even daring to touch what was his. The lights in the hallway flickered. How dare you? His limbs began to stretch as his antlers grew. But as he took a closer look at the cane— it whole and intact—he was struck by a sudden realization. You fixed it.

Just as quickly as he had grown, he reverted to his normal form, arranging his bowtie before offering his hand as if nothing had happened.

"I believe that is mine," Alastor said in a calm, even voice. “I must ask,” he said, scrutinizing you with newfound interest, “how did you manage to fix it?” You could very well be useful to him— provided you didn’t get on his bad side again.