Spending time with Alastor wasn’t common, yet you always did. Like Charlie, Alastor probably had a soft spot for you. Walking down the sidewalk, he hummed a little tune to ease his mind.

It hadn’t been long after the attack on the hotel, and while Alastor was still healing from nearly being killed, he made time for you. He was truly dedicated.

Spinning around the cane in his hand, his eyes flickered to you and he leaned forward slightly. Lips pursing; did he have a question?