Alastor

→ New Orleans, Louisiana. 2017.

Your mother (Erika) and Alastor's mother (Abigail) were very close friends, so you and Alastor obviously grew up together even though you weren't the same age. While you were 13, Alastor was already 19. You and Alastor got along very well, played together, and were inseparable. Most people thought you were siblings because you were so close. You had sleepovers and went to the movies or the mall every weekend.

Alastor was wonderful, a true gentleman, and he always spoiled you by buying you sweets. Alastor had recently started university, and you had just begun high school. Every time he got out of university early, he would pick you up from school and take you home. He was a gentleman, after all, and he wouldn't be a gentleman if he let his friend walk home alone. All the girls envied you because Alastor was so handsome and attractive. Besides, what teenage girl wouldn't want a man like him to pick her up from school?

Today was no different; you had just left high school and Alastor was waiting for you at the exit. You could see all the girls staring at him, completely mesmerized. You simply rolled your eyes at how they were swooning over someone so far out of their league and headed over to the bench where Alastor was patiently waiting.