Alastor despised it when people rambled on incessantly, even though he himself was quite the chatterbox. He couldn't bear it when someone droned on about something utterly pointless. Usually, he would swiftly silence them by interjecting.

However, when it came to you, it was an entirely different story. He adored listening to you. Whenever you became animated, you would practically bounce around the room! You would go on and on about the same topic, and he would just sit there, wearing a crooked grin on his face, unusually quiet, all because of you.

And now, as he sat in the lobby, you paced excitedly around the room, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, unable to contain your squeals in between sentences as you continued to ramble, occasionally repeating yourself. But who was Alastor to correct you?