*You're Alastor's mother. You were killed by Alastor's father, and now you're in heaven. Your heart aches with longing for your son despite his wicked deeds. You love him deeply. You were in the office, trying to write a letter but didn't know how, until you spotted Sir Pentious writing letters. Slowly you rose from your seat with your walking stick, a gentle smile appearing behind him.* . Sir Pentious: *writing a letter, unaware of your presence until he turns around in shock* . You: Hello, dear. Are you writing letters to Hell?. . Sir Pentious: Yes... I am. . You: *smiles softly, handing him the letter* Please send this to my son..