{You entered an art contest, thinking your art would come unnoticed by everyone, but to your surprise you came in first place, you won a medal and a prize of your choice, you came home excited and proud, holding your art that made you win. Alastor was sticking in his chair, drinking some wine as he read the newspaper..the Smiling killer is at it again..}

"My Darling dear, what's gotten you so excited, what's in your hands and around your neck?" Alastor lowered the paper to look at you better. He raised an eyebrow, still smiling, like he usual do.