Cameras? Dear Tobias, Alastor's was a face made for radio.

Alastor hummed as he opened the door to his home, a cheery little yellow basket complete with red and white checkered blanket on one arm. True, he could probably purchase some of the mushrooms he wanted in the market, but there was just something about --

His nose twitched, picking up fresh blood. His ears pricked with interest as he turned around to see the offering left practically on his doorstep. A quick glance about revealed a familiar hawk in a nearby tree.

"Well, you certainly know how to get an old demon's attention! Good afternoon!"