章 30: ( ACT 03) After ten years, I hear your voice again

ALASTOR NYX:

That went well, Alastor thought sulkily, dropping face-first on the ridiculously large bed in his too-quiet hotel room, curling in on himself until he was wrapped around the blankets from head to toe like a burrito, (a sad burrito, Harry would have dubbed him as) half-wanting to disappear from the face of the earth and never be found again.

The sun has already risen when he got back to his hotel room but the coldness growing within him made it impossible to register the warmth when he felt like he was being followed by a storm cloud.

...see?

Even his thoughts are so fucking depressing!