Alastor entered the room that Evangeline always occupied while in the Black house. His eyes fell upon her instantly. She was staring out at the night through the old, paint chipped window. The moonlight illuminated her pale skin which looked snow. Her hair, black, short and choppy as usual. Evangeline heard him enter but she did not turn to him immediately. She thought a little cat and mouse might be fun after months apart. And oh how she loved to tease Alastor. He slowly made his way to the window where she stood. His heavy boot and artificial leg thudding softly on the old wooden floor as he went. He stared at her with subdued longing as she continued to gaze into the night. "Well? I don't even get a "Hello"?" He said sounding agitated as usual. She turned round to face him, her intense, ice blue eyes on him. Pressed up against the old wrtting desk elbows bend so she leaned on an angle. Her posture was inviting and Alastor took notice. She glanced up at him, her stare bore into him, she wanted him to make the first move. He didn't. Evangeline paused, a small smile flitted on her lips for a moment and then they lunged at each other ferociously, like two starving beasts who had come to feed. "Always the strong silent type," Alastor, teased. And he snogged Evangeline with vigor. They kissed and caressed every inch of bare skin that could be found. And before long there was plenty of bare skin as their clothes slowly fell to the floor.