Alastor: he snickered nodding his head. "Probably for the best that you don't find out..." he paused and put a hand over his throat confused before he started coughing harshly, almost as if he was choking.

George: George just froze for a second, shocked. Alastor wasn't choking, was he? No no no. Choking was silent. He was still coughing so he wouldn't die. He couldn't die right? "Do you feel something in your throat?" George interrogated, trying to find out what was wrong.

Alastor: after a moment of coughing and gasping for air he spat out a shiny coin, it fell onto the ground. He just kind of started at it the looked back up to George. "I'm fine, it's okay. The human body doesn't like to process metals apparently."

George: "Yeah no shit!!" George nearly shouted, placing his hands on his hips. "You could've gotten yourself killed!!"

Heyyy! How are you doing?.

Alastor: he pouted glaring at George. "Where else am I supposed to store my shiny things??" He picked the coin up off the ground wiped the dirt off and then put it in his mouth again.

Hi!! I'm doing pretty well how are you??

George: "Yeah well there's this thing called pockets that are super- Jesus Christ Alastor!!" George hissed as he looked about ready to smack him. "Spit it out!!"

I am doing a-okay!