Descent
Alastor bit his lower lip, guilty, “W-Whatever, man. Just… just put my shoulder back in place right now!”
“What? Why?”
"Just be quick about it!"
Harry looked mildly concerned as Sean swore under his breath and tried to right Alastor's shoulder back properly. “You... hey Al, you're not seriously planning to follow her, right?”
Wrong question, Alastor snarled, “I just fucking found my mate Harry and now she's gone, gods fucking damn it, I will follow her to the ends of Tartarus if it means I'll have her back with me! She's mine–!”