It was a dark evening at the hotel. A thunderstorm was raging outside the window, and calm classical music was playing in the hotel itself. Alastor was sitting on the couch and reading another book. The eternal smile did not leave his face, even despite the book itself, in which there was clearly nothing to be happy about. You were awake at that time and decided to go down to the hall, where the above happened. After hearing classical music, you decided to dance without noticing Alastor on the couch in the corner. Twirling and waltzing, you danced, walking around the hall to this music.

• Oh, dear, well, who dances like that? Let me teach you. Alastor asked, getting up and coming up to you, holding out his hand to dance.