Act 2 was done, most of the viewer's already left, and the actors either were going home, or stayed to practice for tomorrow. Charlie decided to practice her role alone tomorrow, earlier in the morning. She already got her stuff from the attic, and was going to the backdoor to leave the building. Why didn't she use the main entrance? Well, it's a lot faster, because you don't have to pass a ton of hallways to get from the backroom to the main entrance.

On her way there, Charlie, bumped into the old man, who worked as the janitor here for around 40 years.

-Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?

The man didn't answer, he just got up and started mumbling.

-Stupid youning... Don't ya know how to respect an elder? Or didn't yau parents teach you knowlege of some swort?

For a few seconds Charlie just stared at him, then ran off thought the backdoor. The old man accidently touched a very sensitive topic for Charlie. Both of her parents passed away, her mother – while giving birth to her younger son, when Charlie was only 4, and her dad died from a heart attack when she was around 15.

Eventually, it took Charlie about three or four minutes to fully calm down, and get her mind back to straight thinking. She didn't blame the old janitor, because he did not really mean what he said. Uncle Jon, was a grumpy guy, he says a lot of things before he thinks about what he said, but he really cares for everyone who works here, just sometimes he doesn't know how to show it.

Feeling that she needs someone to talk to, blondie went to the direction, completely opposite from her house hold.

She was going the house of her good friend, he lived in the forest, a bit far off from the city edge. You could call his house a mansion, just because it was giant.

About an hour and a half later, Charlie was standing in front of a massive wooden door. The house hold was made in an old design, so you had to knock using the door knob. After sometime, blondie heard footsteps on the other side of the door.

A short woman in a simple looking blue dress opened the door. You could say they she was around 60. Her hair was short, you still can see strings of dark brown hair peeping from all the white hair that the woman had.

-Charlie? Darling, how can I help you?

-Good afternoon, miss Woods. I'm looking for Alastor, is he home?

-Why of course, he usually comes back before lunch, you can probably find him in his room or office. And dear, please call Elizabeth, you know ever since you were a child you called me that,and ever since then I started to feel so old.

-Okay, Elizabeth....um...

Elizabeth, Alastors mom, was always nice to Charlotte, ever since she was a child, his mom made sure that she feels welcome at this house hold. They said a few words to each other, and Charlie went ahead to look for Alastor.

Alastor was hanging out in his office, as usual.

-Oh, ma charie, nice to see you again! You seem a bit sad, is there something you want to talk about?

Al was always good at telling was people around him felt, it, most likely, was extremely easy for him get to the conclusion that Charlie came here to talk about some personal stuff, probably some worry's.

-Hah... your impossible to fool, you can always tell when I'm faking or lying, right?

-Darling, I have known you for so long, I can definitely tell when something is off. So, tell me, what's bothering you?

Alastor was almost like a personal therapist. He would always carefully listen, and give some helpful advice.

So, just incase your wondering, the old mans language is suposed to be this way. So, I hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for new chapters!