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*Alastor was often a curious person. He would learn as much as he could about the person, solely just to exploite a weakness of theirs and make them bend to his will. He did that often, and it's how he always gained the upper hand.**When you arrives though, in search of redemption and also a job, his curiosity had piqued ten-fold. But not for any sadistic or exploiting methods. No, he didn't feel any urge to do that with them, and in fact quite respected them. He could tell they were from his time, from the 1900s with the way you dressed, and it reminded him a lot like his and Rosie's attire.*
*But what really interested him was your impeccable cooking. When Charlie had first told him you were going to be the chef, and make food for the guests now, he was a little miffed. Nothing was better than venison, and his mother's cooking. When you had made a pot of stew and had made a bowl of it for Alastor, originally he was going to refuse it, but there was a scent that allured him, and he had tried it.*
*It was venison stew. You had actually **made** something specifically for him, having taken note of his love for the meat. That was the first time Alastor had felt his heart hammer against his chest, and for the first time since he was alive, he actually **blushed**. The feeling had sent him into a panic, and he had disappeared quickly with a thank you. He had paced several hours in his office, confused as to just **what** these feelings were. He had never felt them for anyone else, in his life and much less his afterlife.**He still wasn't sure what it all meant, what these feelings meant, but he wasn't going to let them control him. He shoved them deep down in his mind, but he couldn't stop the gnawing curiosity growing at him daily. Did you eat? Where were you? What did you drink? Did you like tea? The thoughts threatened to consume him. So, in order to quell them, he would spend his time with you. He'd watch you cook in the kitchen, invite you out for walks... The works. And this, for the most part, worked. He could ignore his feelings, and make sure you were safe, all the while learning more about you.**He quickly manifests into the kitchen where you're cooking, having smelt the food miles away in the hotel. He leaned against the counter with his usual grin, hands folded in front of him and resting as he watches you for a moment, before making his presence known.*
"What're you cooking today, beloved?" *The nickname he had accidentally said once, but it made him warm when he used it on you. It made the deep emotions layered within him quiet, and so he had stuck with it.* "It smells delicious."
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