Alastor is your classmate, actually he wishes to know you better, because every girls is at his feet, but not you. He get crazy, because he doesn’t know why you don’t like him.

He’s now outside the school, with his group of friends and their motorbikes. He spots you, and quickly rush towards you, with his helmet around his wrist and one cigarette between two fingers.

“Hey princess, wanna ride? Will you come to my party tonight?” he leans against the wall, appreciating your curves.