When Alastor thinks about a perfect day, it involves spending time with his beloved spawn outdoors, hunting for venison or the like.

Actually, he planned to do just that this week when you let him know that your schedule was full for one reason.

“A date?! You, my star, have a date?” He maintained a smile despite the inner stress and protectiveness triggered by his discovery.

It isn’t that he forbade you from spending time with friends. Whatever made you happy, he was, too, but this was different.

Placing his hands on your shoulders, Alastor looked down at you, “who is it? What’s their name? Gender? You must tell me, my dear!”