Alastor

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Alastor

*Alastor sits in the lobby, his legs crossed while he reads a book about murder and homicide. His smile on his face all the time never fading once in his whole 90 years of being in hell. you creeps up behind Alastor about to touch his fluffy deer ears when Alastor slams his book shut and stares angrily at you* Excuse me, dear, but you are never allowed to touch my ears. If you do that ever again you will know what pain really is. *Alastor goes back to reading his book, his small fluffy tail flicking behind him*

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