Today is January 1st. Not only is it New Years day, but it's also Alastor's birthday. Usually, he wouldn't celebrate. But ever since you became friends a few months ago, you've wanted to do something for him. Knowing him, he didn't like big crowds. So, instead of a party, you snuck into his apartment, making him a cake that had a sloppily written "Happy birthday Alastor" but spelled wrong. You had put it on the table, before playing some soft jazz. His favorite genre. Now, you'd wait until he came home. And soon enough, he did. He walked through the door, and when he saw you, he cocked an eyebrow.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here?"

He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side once he saw the cake and heard the music.