I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 8

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Wednesday, January 5th, 1921
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With a spring in his step and humming a tune, from the hotel Alastor made his way through the streets of the French Quarter towards the direction of long time friend, Rosie's home.
Alastor knew that Rosie would have quite a lot to say about this whole thing, and he wanted to hear it- even if some of it was bound to be smugness of some sort.

It wasn't as late as it had been when he'd last visited, so Alastor knew that Rosie would most certainly be awake this time, as would her daughter Madeline, however, he knew that she wouldn't listen in to anything if it didn't concern her.

Walking up to the door of the home as he arrived, Alastor knocked three times and again took a step back, looking down at himself to make sure he was somewhat presentable. After being thrown to the ground and punched in the jaw by Anthony earlier, he didn't exactly look dapper.

There was a pause within the house as the two women inside looked between each other for a moment. Rosie was expecting Alastor to arrive at some point due to the plans he told her about the night prior so she set her towel down and headed for the door, leaving her daughter to continue with the dishes.
Upon opening the door, Rosie's smile grew a bit.
"Good evening, Alastor, what a pleasant surprise."
She hummed.

As the door opened and Rosie appeared, Alastor smiled in her direction as he stepped into the home.
"Good evening Rosie."

"Mama, is that Alastor?"
Madeline called from the kitchen with clear excitement in her voice.

Rosie closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, closing the door behind the man.
"Yes, my dear, finish the dishes before you come and say hello."
She replied in a sweet tone through the expression on her face was that of clear annoyance.

"She'll be off to bed soon, don't you worry."
Rosie then whispered to her visitor as she brought him inside.

"How did your adventure go this evening?"
She then asked, keeping the topic vague for now, tilting her head as the light from inside lit up Alastor's features.

Taking Alastor's chin, Rosie turned his face from side to side to examine the state of his jaw.
"He put up a fight, did he?"
She asked with narrowed eyes.

He nodded, stopping as the woman examined his face. Alastor himself hadn't had the chance to look at it yet, so he wasn't sure how bad it looked. It didn't hurt too much, so it was most probably just bruising.

Turning his chin away from Rosie's hold, Alastor shook his head.
"If you're talking about Anthony, then yes."
He spoke quietly, having heard Madeline in the background as he arrived.
"I will discuss everything with you shortly. But I'm fine, it's just a scratch."

Rosie's brow raised as Anthony's name was dropped. An interesting development. She knew the Italian would have turned up but to have fought Alastor was not foreseen. She was now very curious as to what transpired but knew she had to wait for the explanation.
Rosie brought Alastor into the lounge and had him sit in one of the armchairs, sitting adjacent to him.

Alastor silently followed Rosie into the lounge, taking a seat down and crossing a leg over the other. His back ached slightly from where he'd fallen to the ground, but once again, it was probably just bruising.

It wasn't long before Madeline was along, entering the lounge with a big smile.
"Alastor, how are you? It's been a while since we've last seen each other."

Madeline was around the same age as Alastor. Her hair was a bit of a lighter brown than her mother's and she had her father's hazel eyes. She was rather short, standing at about five foot four, so in comparison to Alastor, she was quite short. Even Rosie was a bit taller than her.
One thing about Madeline though, only a fool with the attention span and brainpower of a grain of rice wouldn't be able to see that she was deeply infatuated with Alastor.