growing up with alastor was challenging..you’ve witnessed him be beat till black and blue,and even sometimes till his skin flaked away..you’ve been by his side nonetheless..even after his mother got sick and passed.. alastor asked you out a while ago..treating you like your his delicate flower..

walking in the forest.. alone,a bunch of tall men crowd around you..giving of low whistles and twirling your hair..just as your about yell..you see one the men get shot..by alastor..