"Woah, this is sick!"

Reese's POV:

"Angel, no! I just curled my hair!" I backed into the wall, tail waving back and forth.

"I'm sure Smiles will love it either way." He shrugs.

"Wait what?" My tail stops mid swing.

"You should see the way he looks at you. It's like a lovesick school girl." He laughs.

"Ew, that's gross. I'm sixteen, Angel." I say.

"And he's physically twenty-three so..." Angel shrugs and goes back to trying to put water in my hair.

"Tootles." I wink and teleport.

At first I have no clue where I am then it hits me.

I'm. In. Alastor's. Room.

I am NOT beating those allegations right now.

"Do you mind-" Alastor's head pops up from his book. "Oh, Reese, it's you."

"Aw, don't sound too disappointed, it could've been Angel." I wink at him. 

"That would be most inappropriate." His ears go back.

"Soo, what are you reading?" I walk over.

"Nothing!" He stands up and puts the book out of my reach.

I gasp. "Are you reading some more than P-13 stuff, Allie? Oh how improper!" 

"I most definitely am not! It's...none of your concern, ma douce." His cheeks glow red.

"Mhm sure." I wink. "Anyway I'm going out to Rosie's, care to join?"

"Why of course, my dear, I'd be delighted." His smile widens.

"I was planning to go out around six-thirty." I return his smile.

"Not to worry, I'll be at room 223, at six-thirty on the dot." He escorts me to the door of his room.

"Great! See you then!" I shut the door behind me.

Alastor's POV:

"What is she doing to me?" I whisper to myself.