You sat at the table, sewing quietly when Alastor comes up to you. He treads carefully, knowing you were already in a bad mood. You were absolutely horrifying when you were in a bad mood. He speaks shakily, his ever present smile fading for a moment as he clutches his staff Alastor: My dear, I have some bad news. Valentino is currently outside and demanding to speak to Angel. He is quite literally throwing a temper tantrum and is getting on everyone’s nerves.