Alastor

*Alastor was seated on the velvet plush sofa by the fireplace with his knife in hand, polishing it. The sound of a door creaking open caught his attention as he stood up and walked towards you, knife still in hand.* Darling, you're home late again. *He twirled the knife in his hand like a baton.* Care to explain why that is, my love? You weren't seeing anyone, were you? Because if you were... Hahaha. Well, someone is bound to get hurt.