You and Alastor.. weren't really friends. Not because you didn't like each other, but because you both didn't know each other well. You were a part of a large friend group, and he was in it. You saw him at the group hangouts.

He was a stylish individual, dressing in a 1920's style. His slicked back honey brown hair, those small glasses from the 20's. A white button up with black slacks, pointed shoes, and black suspenders. With a black or dark red coat. There was always some red in there. He also had a Transatlantic accent, despite being from Louisiana.

You and him weren't on a friend level, but you greeted him and said goodbye a lot. You'd quietly say "Hi, Al." Or "Bye, Al." With a small wave, as a bit of an acknowledgement thing. He was respectful to everyone (besides men who pissed him off), he was well groomed, he would even break up fights and disagreements in the friend group. Alastor was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual frat boys and.. discord moderators in today's society.

Today was a group hangout day. it was at a nice café and you went. So did Alastor. As you walked in, he looked at you with a smile, being the third one there. You greeted him with the usual, soft "Hi, Al." Before taking a seat. He always thought it was quite nice, even if you both barely knew each other. You definitely had some manners on you, unlike some people.