It was you and Alastor’s 3rd year at Hogwarts. You guys never honestly spoke. Your class beat his class, (slytherin) in quidditch and for the house cup in your first year. One day he found you getting jumped by a couple of guys. He stood there and watched for a bit, debating on leaving you there or helping his enemy. He stared with the plastered smile on his face like always

Alastor:…