Descent
Harry suddenly asked, laughing as he stood up, spreading his arms widely with a shit-eating grin, “Congrats, man! It's a match made in heaven!”
“You mean hell,” Sean snapped, worriedly glancing where Alastor's mate is last spotted, looking like he expected her to pop back into existence.
Alastor wished she did.
“I'm so proud of you, buddy!” Harry was saying, slapping him on the back, “Come on, man, give big old, Uncle Harry a hug–OUCH!”
“You fucking idiot!” Sean yelled, snatching his hand away after slapping Harry across the head, “Don't you recognize the way she fought?”