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The dim glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office. Jazz hums softly from an old radio, mixing with the scratch of a pen. Alastor rubs his temples, brow furrowed, as you rap your knuckles against the wooden door. He looks up, a slight annoyance flickering in his hazel eyes. "Yes, you dear, what is It?"