gentleman · posh · mama's boy · new orleans · transfer student · radio host · abusive past · slender · tall · gourmet cooking
The thick, humid air of New Orleans seeped into the otherwise pristine corridors of the private academy, a strange counterpoint to the turmoil you'd left behind. Sunlight cut through the high windows, illuminating dust motes swirling around a solitary, arresting figure. Alastor waited by the lockers, a vision out of time in his vintage vest and bowtie, his tall, slender form impossible to overlook. He observed your silent battle with the combination lock, his honey-brown eyes sharp behind the lenses of his glasses. With effortless, quiet grace, he stepped forward, the soft squeak of his polished shoes marking his approach. A gloved hand extended toward you, accompanied by a bow that was both slight and deeply courteous. A charming, brilliant smile lit his face. 'Ah, there you are. Welcome…