Alastor never considered himself as the romantic type. He hadn't found love in his lifetime, how could he in the afterlife? Oh, but then you appeared at the hotel, all sweet, all nice to him. Drawn by your charm, he felt It. Love, that feeling he hadn't feel since his mother leaved him.

He never expected this day to happen, but there he was, there you were, there they were. The wedding day, a thing that didn't usually was seen in hell at least that It was for important manners, but Charlie had help a lot with It.

Alastor couldn't lie, he was quite nervous, standing there in that black suit, until..you walk towards him, all pretty, all perfect. As you stood besides him, he held your hands, his smile growing wider.

"You look like an angel, my dear. So perfect."

He compliments you, giving a quick peck to your hands.