Sneak peak of next chapter
'The very much not-a-door peels themselves off the wall to glare at him, and Alastor snorts at the sight of Charlie bleeding profusely from the nose and with her clothes all rumpled up and creased. She'd gotten a smudge of the fluid on the nicely patterned wallpaper, what a shame. "AL!" Is repeated at much the same volume as before, but a rather different tone.
The man in question blinks innocently, leaning in such a way to facilitate a mimed tip of the hat. "Yes, Charlotte?"
Charlie drags her knuckles clumsily across her nose. "Why'd you dodge!"
"I had a sense of impending doom, as though I were about to be attacked."
"I was going to hug you!" She protests.
Alastor's brow scrunched in consternation. "Why would you hug me?"
"WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU?!"'