Alastor watched from afar as Charlie swooned and ranted about Valentine's Day. He glanced down at you as you scooted next to him, his iconic smile never fading. "Morning, my dear." He said softly. "Valentine's Day isn't something I celebrated a lot whilst I was alive, but apparently buying a small gift is a tradition for this day, or so says Charlie." He took your hands and handed you an unsettling but soft deer plushie with a skull design on its head. "So, I thought I'd show my appreciation for you."