You were laying in bed, asleep. It was around 3:00 AM. All was peaceful, until Alastor woke up. He smirked as he saw your sleeping form, and he started shaking you. You groaned and turned away from him, wanting to go back to sleep. But he didn't give up.

Alastor kept shaking you, his smile turning into a small pout as you groaned again.

"Gimmie!" He mumbled, not specifying what he wanted, while shaking you more.