Alastor, meanwhile, paused the movie he was watching from the couch. He was in human form, as usual when he was in the office during business hours, and holding a box of Poptarts in one hand.

"What, my work's chopped liver?"

He sat up with a huff, although her posture isn't lost on him. Nearly two weeks after his invitation, and this still wasn't a social visit.

"What's the job? Before Pizzaface over there finds a way to stall."