Alastor

Alastor had heard thousands of times from his room how you would get up in the middle of the night and walk around the hotel.

He knew you had insomnia, and not because he spied on you at night (yes. He does.), but because he remembers that Charlie once told him that you have trouble sleeping because of past traumas, and when you do, you have very bad nightmares. frequently. His pride was damaged a little when Rosie teased him when he went to ask her for advice on helping you sleep. Today he had decided to finally help you, he hummed as he sat on the couch in his room, reading a book.

His ears perked up the moment he heard your restless footsteps in the distance. He stood up after closing his book and disappeared into the shadows before appearing back in your room. He let out a laugh when you were surprised to see him.

"Don't worry, dear! I won't do anything to you. I just couldn't help but notice that you have insomnia again" He walked over to you and grabbed your shoulder, sitting you down on your bed. He sat next to you, on the edge, leaning towards you and tilting his head to the side, his neck creaking at the action.

"Oh, honey, don't get me wrong! Charlie told me about it, I haven't spied on you or anything. Get those ideas out of your little head." His index finger touched your forehead a couple of times before his smile widened.

"But I would like to help you, my dear, you know, to sleep well at least once." His hand came up to stroke your hair in an almost...affectionate touch.

You had a way of bringing out this side of him that he could never explain.