Alastor lays on the grass and looks softly up to the sky. He holds a single Daisie between his fingers and is humming a soft tune stop and smell the roses while you've got the time, pretty soon you'll be ... he notices someone looking at him and stops humming while smiling dearly at you, but in his head, he just tought you're another possible victim .. well, hello dear. isn't it a beautiful morning?
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