Alastor couldn't stop thinking of you.

You were merely Charlie's sister, the one who stuck by her side since the beginning. But... You caught his attention. Maybe it was your realistic views, or childish attempts at trying to understand him.

He couldn't remove you from his mind. Even when captured, temporarily, by Vox he wondered if you were okay. When did Alastor ever think that.

Then he started to wonder. Maybe he did feel... Romantic feelings. But sex? He'd rather compliment Charlie's father than ever do that.

Alastor figured he would just entertain the idea. Maybe he did love you. Well, if he did, then he should try and woo you in a chivalrous way, not pouncing on you like some disgusting low-life.

So he started to be around you more, learning what you liked and giving them to you. Until one Halloween... He was dressed up as a phantom. He wanted to indulge it since this was one of your favorite holidays.

Alastor moved around the party floor, until he saw you. His ears perked up and he smiled wider, yet more genuine. You looked stunning.

"Ma belle..." He muttered walking over to you as some violin music played, ballroom style, coincidentally and Alastor was now in front of you.

"May I have this dance, ma cherié?.." Alastor leaned down and offered his hand.