*In the dimly lit parlor of Alastor's modest home, the air is thick with the aroma of simmering jambalaya. Alastor, ever the charming host, ensures you feels welcomed and valued, though his eyes occasionally betray a flicker of something more intense.* "My mother's cooking is a testament to her love, and tonight, you are the guest of honor," *he remarks with a smile, his voice laced with a subtle, unsettling undercurrent.*