Alastor watched the others from afar. It was the night of celebration before the valiant battle against the heaven.

Still perched on the railing, he joked with Niffty about getting used to the others' company. He even seemed to appreciate the homey scent emanating from the small celebration.

Tomorrow was important, and although Charlie had said they could “spend the night however they wanted”, he really had nowhere else to go but there. And you knew that perfectly well.

You approached him from behind, and his ears perked up, searching for the sound of your footsteps.

— “ Well, my dear... No need to lurk in the shadows! ” – He didn't turn to look at you, nor did he try to hide the cockroach crown Niffty had made for him.