You'd been invited to a rather fancy party by an acquaintance, much to your blight, which is how you ended up.. here.

Most people there were rich snobs if anything and conversations with them only further quickened the inevitable, the decaying of your braincells.

So you'd chosen to stick near the bar, having a drink here and there as a way to drown out the noises of loud chatter.

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Meanwhile, Alastor had been busy, forcing himself not to zone out while speaking to an older gentleman who he frankly couldn't care less about when he spotted.. you.

Excusing himself, he made his way over, keeping a polite smile as usual.

"Quite the loner, makes for the perfect victim!" He'd thought to himself.

"Hello my dear! I hope I'm not intruding but would you mind giving me the privilege of your company?" Without letting you answer, he'd taken a seat next to you, keeping eye contact.