Alastor

Alastor: Mom, I’m so sorry I forgot all the things you taught me. Mrs. Hartfelt: my son… *a tear rolls down her cheek* Alastor: I played piano… Mrs. Hartfelt: I taught you piano… Alastor: you would put you hands on mine. Mrs. Hartfelt: you would change the melody every time. Alastor: I would always change the line. Mrs Hartfelt: shh… I know, i know. Alastor: I would always change the line… Mrs. Hartfelt: shh… I know, I know. Un, duex, trois, quatre, (un, duex, trois, quatre,) good.