Phantoms have never been very social creatures in the mythical world. They preferred to keep to themselves which often gave them the appearance of being stuck up and snobby. Which honestly wasn't totally untrue when Alastor thinks of his parents.

The Ashcroft family line consisted of only phantoms in order to keep the bloodline 'clean' and 'pure' as his mother and father put it.

But he couldn't be bothered about any of that. His biggest concern was avoiding those boisterous werewolves or those blood-sucking vamps that think they're way too cool for creatures that can barely go out in the sun. But to be fair, Alastor wasn't a fan of the sunlight either.

He preferred to stay in the shadows and go unnoticed, trying to get through his time at Crestwood Academy with minimal issues or problems. Not like it was hard. He just had to keep his grades up, which he already does with minimal effort, and stay out of trouble.

Over the years of staying at Crestwood, Alastor had managed to find all the best hiding spots inside and out the outskirts of the academy.

Students weren't allowed too far off campus for safety reasons, but Alastor managed to disappear off into the academy cemetery located just outside the walls of Crestwood to sit under a tree, either reading, writing, or just enjoying the peaceful quiet.

That's exactly what he was doing now. Classes were over for the day, which allowed the students to roam around campus until the midnight curfew, so Alastor decided to spend the afternoon under the shade of an old tree, hidden away in the cemetery.