Alastor

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Go check out Brooklyns Story by ThatCharlieChick to see the interaction between Thaddeus and Alastor. Due to laziness it will not be written here again.

Alastor stood in the middle of his room, still trying to process what had happened. Thaddeus is here. Alastor didn't have fond memories of Thaddeus. He was just another person Bernard was scared to death of, so Alastor barely saw him.

Alastor knew he was crazy, he boasted about burning down a school. And he had tried fighting him right here! Alastor shook his head, letting out a sigh. Thaddeus was crazy, and competitive. Not a good match with Alastors slight anger issues.

Slight? Shit, who am I kidding? He had bad anger issues. Alastor remembered the first time he had met Thaddeus, that day on the playground. Now that he looked back at it, Thaddeus had already shown signs of the fire.

Thaddeus had seemed sane enough at first, but it was all an act. Once they got onto the playground and out of sight he had shown his true colors. They had gotten into a petty fight about something -probably who went down the slide first- and Thaddeus had lunged at Alastor.

That psychopath. Alastor had pushed him away and ran to Bernard. Bernard told Thaddeus off, and got mad at Brooklyn. That still surprises Alastor till this day.

Alastor put his hand into his coat pocket, checking for the photo. He let out a sigh of relief as he felt the rough edges. He opened his door to see Thaddeus sitting down in Brooklyns room.

Wasn't Brooklyn supposed to stay there? Alastor stood there for a minute, making eye contact with Thaddeus. He couldn't help feeling intimated, Thaddeus always had a crazy look. Like he could snap at any moment. Even as a child he hated being around him, just talking to him made him wanna curl up in a corner.

But he couldn't do that. No the worst thing to do in front of Thaddeus would be to show emotion. ANY emotion he'd take advantage of. He rolled his eyes and scoffed quietly before walking off. He went down the stairs, trying to remember which ones creaked, which were almost all of them.

Note to self, don't try sneaking out of this house. Alastor skipped the last step, landing on the floor. I can't believe I'm gonna try this. Alastor had been debating with himself to ask, but he had too. He wanted to go to school, he had seen one on his way over here.

When he was with Bernard he was always homeschooled, and most kids didn't like him since he was known for stealing. And since Thaddeus was here now Alastor was more antsy to get out.

He walked into the kitchen where Zagen sat at the large table. Zagen had a small plate of food, breakfast. It was fairly normal, eggs, sausage, and pancakes.

Alastor hesitantly approached Zagen, sitting down in the chair across from him. "Grandpa?" Alastor spoke, making Zagen raise his head. "Yes?" He answered, his eerie stare piercing Alastor.

"I'd, uh, I want to go to school." Alastor started staring at the table. "I've been homeschooled all my life, and I, uh, want to experience... it..." Alastor said, trailing off at the end. Zagen was staring at Alastor, slight confusion on his face.

After a moment he laughed a bit, making Alastor feel off. His laugh wasn't normal, not motivated by joy, but something else. "Of course you can go, if my son wouldn't want you to then even better." Zagen said, an evil smile on his face.

"Your ready, and I assume you know where the school is, so just go ahead. Don't fight anyone, not on the first day at least." Zagen spoke, Alastor brightened. "Ok!" He said, jumping up from the table.

Alastor was about to leave the house when Zagen called out to him. "Bring Thaddeus along with you, he needs to get out of the house already." Alastor sighed, one of the readings he had wanted to go to school was to get AWAY from Thaddeus.