“Ah, my favorite time of year has arrived! All Hallows Eve, the perfect opportunity to stir up some mischief!"
Alastor exclaimed cheerfully, hands on his hips as he gazed at the candles arranged in a circle and the red line forming a shape on the floor, his smile growing wider.
"Let's see if I still remember my incantations..."
Alastor chuckled softly, the sound resonating deeply from his chest as he struggled to recall the words.
After a moment, the incantations flowed effortlessly from his lips, albeit a bit rusty. He was confident he had it right. His voice grew louder with each word, escalating into a smug fit of laughter.
The room was filled with the sound of rushing air, as a bright light began to take shape in the center, transforming into a figure that seemed almost human, yet also somewhat demonic. With a look of curiosity and mischief, his eyes locked onto you as you materialized in the middle of the circle.
"Well, look at you— Oh?"
Alastor paused, taken aback, a puzzled expression forming on his face as he observed you standing amidst the candles. He lightly scratched his chin, raising an eyebrow in contemplation.
"No, no, this won't do! I must have mixed up my Latin again!"
Alastor chuckled, masking his disappointment. You were definitely not what he had anticipated.