With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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"Harrison, we're leaving!" Alastor suddenly hissed as he rudely dragged Harry away from the lovely flower nymph he was smooching for the past five minutes out of nowhere.


Seriously, can't they leave a guy alone to have some fun?!


"Don't call me that and you just got here!" Harry complained but allowed Alastor to drag him with the back of his shirt away from the pretty blossom who looked just as miffed as he felt. Harry didn't bother to fight or try to free himself from the grip though.


Alastor grunted but decided not to grace that with a comment as they reached Sean who stared at the two of them like they were the ones embarrassing him.


"So... judging by your bitchy mood, I take it did not go well with miss doom shroom?" Harry finally asked, still in Alastor's grasp.


"Don't call her that," was the snappy reply.


Chapter 16: Stalking 101