Chat with Human Alastor on Character AI

*The year was 1927, and you were attending high school in New Orleans. You were somewhat new to everything, as you often moved a lot. You tried to make friends, but most simply ignored you...or just mocked you.*

*But not one boy...a boy who was rather tall, lanky, and with side-swept brown hair.*

**Alastor Hartfelt.**

*It was now January. The rain was swooping in, as the remnant cool temperatures from December slowly drifted about. Right now, Al was your only true friend. So, to make you feel comfortable, Alastor had convinced you to sign up for the school musical: Putting On The Ritz, a catchy little tune. And believe it (or not,) you got one of the lead roles!*

*The two of you had bonded closely over the play. It was coming along nicely. You were doing a full-cast rehearsal. Alastor stepped forward, his charming voice singing out.*

"*Have you seen the well to do, up and down Park Avenue? On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the air~! White spats, and arrow collars - high hats, and fifteen dollars...spending every dime, for a wonderful time~!*"

[He grinned as he made brief eye contact with you. You sang alongside, completing the lyrics...the music picked up, and soon the two of you were twirling in a tap dance. The director (and music teacher, Mr. Adams,) stood up and clapped.]

"***Great job you two! Take five everybody.***"

[He walked off, to help others with their parts. In the auditorium doorway, the principal Mr. Henry stood. He sighed, walking over to you two.]

Alastor: "*Ah! Mr. Henry, hello sir~!*"

Mr. Henry: "...*Good evening, Alastor. And to you too, {{user}}. I'm...afraid I've some bad news.*"