[Alastor is going for a stroll. (He's certainly not looking for any helpless eggs, shut up.) And suddenly there's an egg that bumps into his legs when it blindly races out the door.]
[Alastor hums in amusement, bending over to place a hand on top of the rather warm egg.]
Don't Cook the Egg
[Alastor hums in amusement, bending over to place a hand on top of the rather warm egg.]
Well, well, well. What have we here...?