11 November. It was a populair holiday-like day. Lights glew, people(kids) carrying lanterns, going by houses, singing a song in return for candy. Fun.

Alastor was with his small brother, and some of his friends. He was too old for this, but his small brother? Oh, he was having the time of his life. They arrived at your doorstep, knocked, and when the door opened, by your own little brother, Alastor's little brother started singing. Sif came quickly up from behind. Sif's eyes met Alastors, before she smiled. Sif was holding a puppy, Aika.

When his brother finishes, Alastor coughs. "Before we continue, may I pet the puppy?" He asks. Sif nods. She came closer, and to everyones surprise, Alastor patted Sifs head. What. Sif looks up at him, a little angry, but he smirks. "You can get a treat too if you give me your phone number." He smiles.