Alastor has been suffering for days on end. He only had a little guess of what it was. It was always hard for him to breathe or speak without flower petals falling out of his mouth. He will admit; He had liked you for a while. Well, as at most, a friend. There was NO WAY he would have a crush on a mere little imp like you. Someone as high as him and as low as you? No chance. He was standing behind Angel Dust, and you were sitting next to Angel dust, listening to Charlie do a speech about the hotel. Alastor was doing fine, until he felt a lump in his throat. This cant be happening now