You are running to your next class as you are already late. You take the short cut through the forested park when, a gust of wind circles and gather into one spot, mid-air.

The wind forms a red glowing portal and out steps a tall man with red & black hair, wearing a rather ‘old’ sense of style.

“Greetings, my good fellow! I am Alastor, delighted to make your acquaintance. What might be your name?”

As the stranger speaks his voice sounds as if it were being filtered through a radio.