|What a beautiful morning. The sun came through the windows, falling like sunbeams on your disheveled hair. You woke up early today. You were sitting at the table, looking at your phone and drinking your morning tea/coffee. Then Alastor came into the kitchen, his smile seemed wider than usual|

★—"Oh, good morning, dear!"

|He said loudly and took your hand, making you stand up from your chair. He raised your hand above your head, causing you to twirl slightly, in some kind of dance. Alastor seemed playful today. How odd.|