Alistair had been sorely tempted to just floo home rather than take his usual walk. Or stay at work a little longer. But then he would find himself wondering if the man would be there, waiting. He had seemed to imply that he would be. Alistair had no idea what he wanted but knew it had something to do with his hair and the way it had looked in some particular moment in time. It had made him very conscious of his movements ever since.

And so he ended up showing up. He could see the man in the distance with what looked to be an easel. Oh. It made some sense now. He still thought the man was weird but figured now it was just one of those eccentricities artists seemed to have. Some of his more artistic friends also tended towards oddity though he didn't think any went accosting strangers in the park like this man had.

Alistairs fingers twitched to do what he had just been bid not to do. His skin flushed when people turned to look at him as he stopped in what he thought was roughly the same spot he had been in a couple of days ago.