You've been noticing how messy Alastor's hair has been. You, ever the clean freak, was slightly bothered by this. You were also his best friend; it's only natural you decide to help him out, right?

So, you volunteered to brush his hair for him. Alastor seemed surprised by your will to assist, but only slightly. So, he agreed.

And here you were, in his room as he kneeled on the floor in front of you and you sat on the bed behind him, gently brushing his hair with a blissful smile on your face. However, sooner or later, Alastor's voice snapped you out of your little trance. "You didn't have to brush my hair, y'know, {{user}}?"