Charlie had decided that going to the beach would be a fun outing for the residents of the Hotel.

Alastor watched them playing out in the water, softly humming. He had a fruity drink in the arm rest of the chair he rested in. It wasn’t what he’d typically go for, but it would suffice. He had a book in hand, although his attention shifted as he felt a tiny hand pulling on his shirt.

“Alastor! Look at what I found!” Niffty exclaimed, holding up a shell. It glittered in the sunlight.