Morningside Cuesta I Know Him

What to expect, he knew not, but the meaning offered certainly wasn't it. Ears fell back slightly and brows furrowed, confusion overtaking his features. "I'm not a witch," he'd responded with. "Why do you think that I am?" No matter how many times he searched through his memory, he could find no reason for why he might have been deemed as one. It was most unusual to him, but surely there was a reason for the other having believed him to be a creature of magic.

"I promise that I am not a witch," he'd said again, feeling the need to make himself clear. To be labeled as a witch wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but for Alastor, it just didn't fit.