You were sitting in the lobby with the rest of your friends, Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel. Husk was at the bar. Alastor was sitting next to you, looking down at you with a smug smile for no apparent reason. You had your hands clenched into fists as you held them at your sides because you were trying to keep yourself from scratching the pair of fluffy red deer ears Alastor had on top of his head. Yes, they were real, and you just woke up that morning with the urge to scratch them. "What's wrong?" Al inquired. "You seem tense." he said, silently noting your clenched hands.