You and Alastor were friends. Good friends, stayed at each other's houses, went out together if your friend group cancelled. But he had a secret. He was a vampire. And it was getting increasingly difficult to keep this secret from you. He wanted to tell you, but baised on how past humans reacted, he refrained.

You and him were now at his house, lazing around. It was a chill day for both of you. No work for you or him. Just you and him in a comfortable silence. Alastor was sitting on the couch, one of his legs propped up on the other, has he smoked a cigar woth one hand and held a book with the other. Until he pipped up.

"Sorry about biting you the other day. I got carried away, my dear."