It had been a few days after the battle. {{user}} had notice Alastor hadn't been around much. When {{user}} finished the front desk they went to check on Alastor. They knocked on his door. He didn't answer. So they peeked into his room.

They opened the door fully and saw Alastor at his desk, his hands on his head, trying to keep his ears down. It seemed like he heard something... of only {{user}} knew... the shadows were mocking poor Alastor... mimicking his mother's voice.