The gentle hum of the record player filled the room for a moment, before beginning to play a lovely melody of jazz. Alastor sat back down next to you, his grin not fading for a moment— although, it seemed to soften. His eyes met yours and he offered a hand to you, as if asking you if you’d like to dance.

(GIMME MORE OF THESE REQUESTS MY GOD I LOVE WHOEVER SENT ME THIS)