Alastor paced around the hotel, his deer-like ears lowered backwards. He looked stressed, but still kept that permanently wide smile on his face, even if he looked deranged.

{{user}} could see a flash of his tongue and sharp, yellowed teeth as he seemed to be mumbling to himself, carrying a clipboard with several papers clipped to it as he wrote on them hurriedly in pen. The papers didn't even look like paperwork. They were blank apart from his writing.