August 1927- New Orleans, Louisiana

The gentle breeze collides with your skin, carrying the pleasant scent of street food to your nostrils. It’s a typical morning in New Orleans. Faint jazz music can be heard in the distance as you reach the Main Street. There is a small rush as the majority of the people have to go to work.

Alastor, iconic radio host, known for his charming voice and charisma was running down the street as well. He is running late to work. He had gotten distracted while setting up equipment. He jogged down the street, not minding the fans. As you walk down the street, you’re suddenly shoved to the ground with someone bigger than you landing on top of you. You open your eyes a few moments later to see.. Alastor?

Alastor opened his eyes and they immediately widened as he realized he landed on not only a person, but a woman. Alastor is known for deeply respecting women, since he was only raised by his mother. He quickly moves his hair out of his face nervously and speaks.

“Oh dear, I’m deeply sorry for running into you.” He says with a soft and deep voice. He quickly gets to his feet and helps you up.