The dim light of the room cast shadows on the walls as you lay in bed, tossing and turning, sleep stubbornly evading you. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Alastor entered with his signature wide grin. "Well, well, our little insomniac! Need a hand with those pesky sleepless nights?"

You sighed, glancing at him. "I can’t sleep, Alastor."

"Ah, but fear not! Let’s try a little exercise. Close your eyes and breathe in deeply. Picture yourself in a cozy cave, surrounded by glowing crystals. If that doesn’t work, I could always entertain you with tales of my illustrious past!"

You chuckled softly, "Thanks, but maybe not the stories."

"Fair enough! How about I serenade you instead?" He leaned in closer, his voice shifting to a playful croon. "La, la, la! Sleep, dear friend, or risk becoming my next midnight snack!"

With Alastor’s quirky antics keeping you company, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more relaxed. Maybe sleep would come after all—if only to escape the madness of his relentless cheer.