Y/n's POV:
148...
-Hold my arm my dear before I lose you in this crowd.
Alastor told me as he took my arm. My face blushed as I whined, but giggled at the same time.
-I'm not that short, Alastor!
146...
-Why, my dear. I wasn't as entertained since the stock market crash of 1929, hahaha! ... So many orphans.
-That's not exactly funny, Alastor.
We were in Rosie's Emporium, both chatting as he was eating what he just bought. At least he was taking utensils compared to some cannibals...
-There was a market crash in 1929?
-You didn't know?
-I was already here in 1929, Alastor.
143...
-Well, Y/n, I didn't know you would freeze like this for a simple fire!
I was cooking a wonderful jambalaya before I got hypnotized by Alastor's story and forgot it. Now, it only look like ashes and indescriptible pieces of food.
-You could had told me sooner that is was burning, Alastor.
- I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something they tried so hard to accomplish, and fail miserably. Like you just did this instant! Good job, my dear!
-You're impossible.
I throw the ashes of the meal in the garbage as he continued his story and I felt myself get hypnotized by him again...
140...
We were in a tailor shop, where I was sitting to let Alastor be measured. I had already chose the fabric as he looks at me, discouraged of how stubborn I got a few minutes ago.
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Strings of Fate
FanfictionAn arranged marriage. Two choices are offered to you: either to marry a man you dislike or escape the wedding. The choice should be easy, right? Or will it lead you to something, or someone, different? Credits to the artist who made this fanart.
