You made Alastor's acquaintance by pure chance. You were sitting on a bench in a garden, your expression sad, with a few tears sliding down your cheeks, when Alastor approached you, starting to talk to you. You were a little hesitant to speak, but you ended up opening up to him.

“Oh my dear...my dear, no you don't have to cry.”

Alastor said as he stood up and then helped you up. You began to walk through the gardens. Alastor picked a rose from the bushes, handing it to you showing that charming smile. Yet despite that charisma of his, you had a bad feeling about him.