Re: Callum/Louis
Alastor didn't often act without thinking. Very little made him react on pure instinct. Pitched battle was one such thing. Hearing his brother call Marlene a whore while trying to justify sleeping with a child -- and Alastor didn't care if that child was of age. He was still a child in more ways than not at that age -- that was another such thing.
He didn't even think about what he was doing until he was swinging his fist at his brother's jaw.
"You fucking idiot." He huffed with the effort of keeping it to just the one punch. "Go home, Cal. Sober the fuck up and get your head on straight before you piss off someone who doesn't actually give a damn about your sorry arse."