Descent
This time, both of friends turned to glare at him–he immediately raised his hands up in surrender, “…whoa tough crowd, you guys seriously have no chill.”
“It's really none of our business but... now what, Al?” Sean asked, “You okay?”
“Peachy… anyway, how much does our pack know of W–” Alastor suddenly paused, glancing back to the direction which he just came from, a strange look passing over his face for a brief moment before it settled into a look of stubborn determination, one that often get him, his twin and Harry in trouble, “...I mean, what do we know about Proserpina?”