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ALECTO CARROW. 25. OBLIVIATOR. PUREBLOOD. DEATH EATER. FORMER SLYTHERIN. — i have scars on my palms and the insides of my fingers. there is blood in my mouth and staining my clothes. i have died too many times to count and come back again stronger. ( are you proud of me, momma? are you proud of me, pappa? )

[alectocarrw]

evanity​:

Location: Carrow Manor Date: October 19th, 1986 Starter: Closed for @alectocarrw​

When in need of a smoke and a terrible piece of advice, Emma found herself on the porch of the Carrow family, by now used to spontaneous visits (she hoped). “Obliviate me right this second,” she sighed, dramatic as usual, but not without a bit of self-irony and humor. “Name one party that went worse than this St. Mungo’s silly Gala. I’ll wait.” It wasn’t even true. She could name, on spot, more fiascos than she would like to admit. “Also, please tell me you did not hurt Lizzie Nott’s daughter just because you’re jealous of her hair. Please.” She knew it wasn’t Alecto’s style to go after family when having a personal feud and, even more, she knew it wasn’t about hair, but it was Emma’s attempt at diffusing the tension and making it sound more childish and pointless.  

Alecto would be lying if she claimed she wasn’t at least slightly hungover following on from last night’s gala. She had already been having a rotten time before the little girl was attacked ( an unfortunate event which had been met with a bemused scoff from Alecto, and, Merlin, was that an effective way to get a room to turn on you ), and things had only gotten worse from there. She was almost relieved to see Emma on her doorstep the next day, someone she figured she could assess last night’s event with. It wasn’t as though she could talk to Amycus, which would have once been her first port of call.

“My eighteenth birthday was quite awful -- do you remember that? Mother got drunk on firewhiskey and started abusing everyone until they left.” Alecto chuckles, before shaking her head at Emma’s next question before the other witch has even gotten her words out. Alecto may not like the Nott family, and she may have been having a terrible time at their stupid party, but she wasn’t foolish enough to go after one of their own ( the fact that it was a child attacked mattered none to Alecto, the fact that it had been a pureblood eclipsing the tiny detail ). “I’m not stupid, Emma. And I’m not jealous of her hair... at least, I’m not jealous enough to attack her over it.”

[alectocarrw]

WHO: Alecto & Sophia ( @sophiaburke​ ) WHERE: Borgin & Burkes WHEN: October 23rd, 1986

Borgin & Burkes had always fascinated Alecto -- she found the strange assortment of less than savoury artefacts to be rather interesting, and she wasn’t readily put off by the cold and dark nature of the store itself ( she’d spent most of her childhood in the Carrow mansion, after all, she was quite accustomed to dark and cold places ). At first glance, Alecto may look out of place among the frequenters of Knockturn Alley, though it only takes a slightly more thorough assessment to realise that she belongs down here just as much as anybody else creeping through the shadows ( and that’s even before getting to the dark mark so cleverly disguised by the long sleeves she dons ).

She ducks into the store quietly, the tinkling of the bell above the door being the only thing that gives her away, and starts admiring some of the items for sale while she waits for Sophia to emerge. The other woman may not have been expecting Alecto, but she was sure that Sophia would be happy to see her. She’s running her fingers over some sort of orb when she hears the telltale sound of footsteps behind her, turning to the sound and grinning. “How much for this ugly thing?”

[alectocarrw]

WHO: Alecto & Severus ( @sevsnpe​ ) WHERE: The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade  WHEN: October 20th, 1986

Alecto wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of Hogsmeade Village. She had quite enjoyed visiting the town during her years at Hogwarts ( though that was more so because she grew to find the castle walls rather confining -- any escape was a welcome relief ), but these days she loathed being around the visiting school children, running around gleefully and making an almost ridiculous amount of noise ( was she getting old? No, they were simply more annoying than she remembered ). So, why was she here if she despised this place so much? Excellent question. 

Alecto had made it a habit of touching base with all the remaining Death Eaters she knew of in the years since the war. Admittedly, she had put very little effort into maintaining relationships with them during the war, her one-track mind allowing for little else but pleasing the Dark Lord, those around her becoming little more than mindless background noise. She’d left interpersonal relationships to Amycus, only now, there was no Amycus, and Alecto had a lot of work to do if she had any hope of bringing the Dark Lord back -- and she wasn’t foolish enough to think she could do it without the support of other formerly high-ranking Death Eaters. Unfortunately, this included Severus Snape. 

Alecto couldn’t pretend to be Severus’ biggest fan -- she didn’t appreciate the fact that a half-blood had managed to win the favour of the Dark Lord, and that he’d managed to integrate himself into their ranks in the years since. Of course, she also couldn’t pretend that she didn’t realise his position at Hogwarts was an asset, so she tried her very best to set aside her feelings about Severus in order to foster a ( relatively ) civil working relationship. Unfortunately, this needed to be done face-to-face. Ergo, Hogsmeade. She slides herself into the chair opposite Severus as she spots him already sitting in the Three Broomsticks, a grin plastered onto her lips. “Severus,” She greets, “Haven’t gone mad from putting up with these mindless drones all day yet?” 

[alectocarrw]

WHO: Alecto & Andromeda ( @galacticxbabe​ ) WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron WHEN: October 22nd, 1986

Perhaps ducking out of work a few minutes hours early should have been something that would earn Alecto a severe reprimanding, though this wasn’t something she was ever overly concerned with. The Carrows were still a powerful family, most people knew better than to trifle with them, and everybody Alecto worked with was much too frightened of her to say anything, worried that her famous temper would snap and they’d be on the receiving end of it. It wasn’t to say she didn’t enjoy her job, but the mundane intricacies of the work ( paperwork, namely ), left her bored and with a sour taste in her mouth. Warping the memories of muggles was fun, writing reports on it, not so much, and so she’d elected to leave work early on this particular Wednesday, deciding whatever paperwork she needed to get done would still be there when she returned the next morning.

Was 4:30pm on a Wednesday too early for a drink? Some might say so -- but Alecto tended to disagree. The Leaky Cauldron wasn’t somewhere she frequented out of choice ( she found the place quite detestable, far too close to muggle-kind for her liking, and always, always polluted with mudbloods ), but out of convenience. Her apartment wasn’t far from the pub, and she preferred not to travel further than she had to, especially if she was going to have a drink or two ( she had once learned the hard way that apparating isn’t quite as seamless when she’s drunk, Amycus had found it quite hilarious when she’d ended up in the middle of nowhere ).

Alecto would usually keep to herself at times like this, but spotting a vaguely familiar head of hair at one of the tables simply proved too irresistible to pass over. She didn’t know Andromeda Black ( or was it Tonks, now? ), all that well, but the woman’s reputation preceded her. Alecto’s mother had been quick to inform her children about the Black family’s very own blood traitor, laughing maniacally at the other family’s misfortune. Alecto, naturally, despised Andromeda on behalf of her family, of all pureblooded wizarding kind. “Andromeda, right?” She says, sliding into the seat opposite the other woman, a grin on her lips and glass of whiskey in her hand, “Merlin, it’s been years! Alecto Carrow!” She gestures to herself, faux grin spreading across her lips. 

[alectocarrw]

kingshacklebolted​:

Location: Nott Estate Ballroom Date: October 18, 1986 Starter: Open

Kingsley smiled and tipped his head at passersby as he made his way through the crowd. He felt incredibly on edge in a place like this, especially with this many people around. Kingsley couldn’t help feeling like something had been pulled over his eyes. He understood in theory the logistics of using the largest ballroom in the UK. Many an event had been held here in the past, but something like this in the home of a convicted Death Eater left a bad taste in his mouth at the symbolism there. People were growing complacent, and Kingsley hated to wonder what would happen if they all collectively forgot their own recent history.

He paused, looking up sharply as a shadow crossed his path, but Kingsley forced himself to relax. He wasn’t technically at work and couldn’t treat everyone like a suspect. “You look nice this evening,” Kingsley said. “Enjoying yourself so far?”

Alecto hovered in the corner of the ballroom, furiously chewing at her nails. She certainly looked the part of an enthusiastic partygoer -- dressed in one of her nicest outfits ( a black pantsuit, her mother would need to kill her before seeing her willingly go to one of these things in a bloody frock ) -- though she was anything but. She didn’t enjoy being at the Nott Estate ( her parents had a perfectly nice ballroom in their mansion, she fails to understand why they weren’t asked to host ), especially with Elizabeth roaming around looking all smug. 

She also tried to ignore the voice screaming in the back of her head that this was not a cause for celebration. What were they celebrating, really? The fall of the Dark Lord. That’s what all of these mudbloods and traitors were happy about, and Alecto could only find it within her to be furious. Five drinks had done nothing to quell her hostility. Maybe her tolerance was getting better. That was going to be a problem. 

Her head whipped around as someone spoke to her, features softening into something less hostile at the sight of Auror Shacklebolt. Not her favourite person by any stretch of the imagination, but someone she needed to keep up appearances of civility with. “Thanks.” She says, looking herself up and down ( she did look nice, she hardly needed to be informed of the fact, though she basked in the compliment ). “Oh, not really.” She says honestly, a chuckle filtering from her lips, “Still seems... odd, to be celebrating like this. Though I suppose the funds are going to a noble cause.” She says, the words feeling dirty on her tongue.

[alectocarrw]

alecto carrow at the st mungo’s remembrance ball

18th october, 1986

[alectocarrw]

purestpeacock​:

Lucius was not as frequent a guest of the Ministry of Magic these days as he had been during the war, when he had been working for a greater purpose than personal advancement…and amusement. That didn’t mean he never graced its hallowed underground halls, of course; Dark Lord or no Dark Lord, there were still laws being passed and bills debated and money and favors to exchange one to the other…and that meant plenty of business to be improved by the meddling, perfectly varnished fingernails of Lucius Malfoy.

Besides, his current reputation was only five years old. There was plenty still to do to polish and primp and perfect it; to make sure that everyone knew the new Lucius Malfoy…and, whenever possible (which if you asked Lucius, was practically everywhere) adored him. The generous donation he’d just handed over to Assistant Department Head Weatherby ought to help in that respect – both those respects, really. Money might not be able to buy love, but it could certainly buy affection…and adoration, yes, that too.

(Frankly, Lucius had long been of the suspicion that those who claimed money couldn’t buy love just didn’t know how to properly manage said money.)

Giddy with his newest conquest (and given the way Weatherby’s face had flushed when Lucius’s fingers wandered invitingly up the other wizard’s arm during the exchange of gold, it wouldn’t be long before Weatherby was a conquest in more ways than one – more ways than two, probably, if the way the man went tongue-tied whenever he looked at Cissy was anything to go by) and distracted over trying to decide whether to head straight home or stop at Diagon Alley on the way home to see if the new hat shoppe that had just opened had anything on display worthy of himself, his wife, and especially the newly-shorn locks of his son, Lucius wasn’t paying much mind to the Ministry minions scurrying through the halls – not until one of them glanced off his shoulder and turned to snarl at him.

The offense that Lucius had been on the brink of taking evaporated almost instantly as he recognized the unhappy face of the witch glaring back at him. “Alecto Carrow, dear girl!” he exclaimed, cold eyes lighting up as he pressed a hand to his lacy bosom. “My sincerest apologies. I must have been too dazzled by the blinding brilliance of your presence – forgive me?” It was a struggle to maintain his pout of mock-contrition against the urge to grin; it appeared that the Ministry had further amusements yet to offer today after all.

Alecto found herself having to stifle a groan at the sight of the person in front of her. Okay, she didn’t stifle it at all, a whine escaping her lips as she pulled them into a tight approximation of a smile -- all teeth, no joy. Perhaps, some time ago, Lucius was somebody that Alecto respected. Back when they’d both been fighting on the same side of the war, back when they’d both been passionate about the same end goal. Lucius was someone who had earned himself a place in the Dark Lord’s ranks with ease, and Alecto couldn’t help but admire that... among other things.

Of course, the respect and admiration that she had once held for him had long since festered away, leaving bitterness and hostility seething in their wake. Alecto took loyalty very seriously -- to her brother, to the Dark Lord, to the cause -- and, as far as she was concerned, the war wasn’t over just because they’d been forced into hiding. The Dark Lord wasn’t really gone ( because that would mean that Amycus would rot in Azkaban for the rest of his life and she couldn’t have that ), they were merely in limbo, awaiting his return.

Alecto remained loyal to the cause. She’d tried to make herself useful in the years since the Dark Lord’s fall ( to varying degrees of success ), but Lucius hadn’t. The Malfoys had swiftly and deliberately distanced themselves from the cause they’d once fought for, claiming innocence and worming their way out of the consequences -- leaving people like her brother to take the fall instead. So, no, Alecto no longer respected Lucius Malfoy. He was a serpent without a spine, and she couldn’t wait for the day that the Dark Lord returned, for the day that he would see who his true followers really were.

“Lucius.” She greets through gritted teeth, swallowing down the anger that rises from her gut. There’s no use making a scene here and now, however much she wants to. Her eyes narrow skeptically at the false compliment. “What are you doing here? Been busy bribing officials?”

[alectocarrw]

elizabeth-nott​:

date: 14 october 1986 location: nott estate status: closed for @alectocarrw

If there was person that Elizabeth wished had been rounded up in Azkaban with the others, it was Alecto Carrow. Bellatrix was bat shit mad, but at least she was bearable to be around, and the Rosier blood loyalty meant that no matter how crazy Bella could be, Elizabeth would always have her back. Now with Alecto, things were different. She might not have been as mad as Bella, but she was far worse. She was loyal to their master, yes, and Elizabeth knew that was a gift to have in her ranks at times like this, but at what cost?

She had been awoken earlier than usual with a timid summons from one of her house elves. ‘Miss Carrow was being downstairs, mistress. I is telling her that yous is sleeping, but she is insisting to see you.’ Rolling her eyes and waving off the elf, Elizabeth dressed hurriedly, checking to make sure Liza was still asleep, and made her way downstairs to the sitting room, where the elves took the guests to wait.

Upon entering the room, Elizabeth had to force herself not to scowl at the impatient look on Alecto’s features. The audacity, really, to storm into her house demanding her attention at this hour and then be annoyed when she was forced to wait. Elizabeth made her way to a tray of breakfast that had been set out for her, grabbing a piece of toast before turning back to face Alecto. “And to what do I owe this pleasure, Carrow?” 

Alecto had never been a particularly patient woman. Even as a child, she had wanted things now, and if she found herself having to wait too long for something, she tended to lose interest in it -- like a dog, scratching at a door with all the willpower in the world, only to find itself distracted by a ball in the very next instant. Suffice it to say, she hadn’t grown out of her impatient attitude as an adult, feeling as though ants were crawling under her skin whenever she had to wait for something she wanted.

Alecto had also never been particularly fond of Elizabeth Nott. She didn’t appreciate the fact that the woman seemed to have waltzed in out of nowhere and suddenly won the favour of the Dark Lord -- yes, her blood was as pure as Alecto’s, but she’d never really put in the hard yards like the Carrow children had done, being trained from the moment they could walk. Trained to fight, trained to serve, trained to die for the cause in which their parents believed. She also didn’t appreciate the fact that Elizabeth had all but disappeared at the end of the war to have herself a little gremlin and now acted as though she’d been there right until the bitter end.

Alecto had been there, she figured that should have earned her some brownie points, and yet Elizabeth seemed to think of herself as the de facto leader of what was left of the Death Eaters. Well, over Alecto’s cold, dead body would she let Elizabeth get the upper hand. If Elizabeth had a plan to bring back the Dark Lord, Alecto wanted to know what it was... even if that meant playing nice ( or, as nice as she could be, which Amycus had once equated to a viper with the decency to only strike once ).

“Nott.” She echoed in greeting, eyeing Elizabeth as she sauntered into the room ( she tried not to let the lack of urgency grate her ), grabbing toast before offering Alecto her attention. “I know you don’t like me all that much,” She starts, stating the obvious, “But you can’t deny that we are on the same team here. If we’re going to -” She drops her voice to a faux whisper, “Bring him back, we might want to...” Her lips curl into a sinister grin, “Be on the same page. I know I’ve made great strides recently-” Lie, “But if you’ve got any insight you think might help, I’d be more than happy to take it under advisement.”

[alectocarrw]

WHO: Alecto & Open WHERE: Ministry of Magic, Ground Floor WHEN: October 7th, 2020

In all honesty, Alecto had never envisioned herself working for the Ministry -- at least, not in the capacity that she was. Being an obliviator was something she had almost... fallen into. After the fall of the Dark Lord and her brother’s subsequent incarceration in Azkaban, Alecto had needed to reevaluate her life strategy and align herself with a respectable career, lest people start calling for her head on a stick, too. She had managed to make it this far with plausible deniability -- yes, her brother was a Death Eater, but there was little evidence to suggest that she had been, too, nor that she knew of her brother’s involvement. Sure, it was all bullshit, but it seemed to appease the people well enough. The Carrows came from money, after all, it would be unwise to see them all behind bars.

She didn’t agree with this Ministry even in the slightest. They protected muggles and muggleborns as though they were equal to people of her own status ( in Alecto’s opinion, they didn’t even deserve the right to exist among wizarding kind, but she’s learnt to keep this to herself in recent years, these opinions had, unfortunately, fallen out of favour ), and they’d gone on a wild manhunt at the end of the war, rounding up Death Eaters to make an example of, her brother, unfortunately, being among the casualties. No, she didn’t agree with the values of this Ministry, but she’d managed to worm her way into it. Her mother had always suggested she marry a Ministry man ( lots of benefits to be had from a man in power ), so she figured inserting herself into the same position would reap the same benefits.

She didn’t find her job particularly thrilling. She’d always been very skilled at charms ( though often her skills weren’t put to quite so pleasant a use ), and it had seemed like a natural enough fit. She despised the muggles she had to encounter, but she had to admit that she did enjoy being the one to rob them of their memories. In her opinion, they shouldn’t have had them in the first place. Today was an unfortunately slow day. Part of her job was filling reports on every bloody thing she did -- which frustrated her to no end. As long as nobody complained, she didn’t see why the higher-ups needed to keep tabs on her every move. She’d been onto her third report of the morning when she’d become far too bored and frustrated to continue, storming out of her office and down to the Ministry lobby in the hopes of finding something to eat or drink, or some other form of distraction.

Perhaps, were she a bigger person, Alecto would acknowledge her own role in the collision that would take place. She’d been practically storming through the lobby, a scowl decorating her features and metaphorical smoke billowing from her ears when she’d smacked shoulders with someone coming from the other direction. “Watch it,” She hisses, turning on her heel to look back at the person she’d run into, “Did nobody teach you to look where you’re going?”

[alectocarrw]

kingshacklebolted​:

After the song ends

Kingsley rubbed his eyes before surveying the street before him. The day after a big event always meant a certain level of sad business as extra stalls and decorations were cleaned up. The Ministry didn’t necessarily need a strong presence during it, but since Kingsley was between cases, he’s been willing to volunteer to oversee and help out if needed. 

The lack of anything happening last night was great, but it couldn’t help make him feel on edge. As much chatter as there was related to ex-Death Eaters right now, Kingsley had almost hoped something would happen at the festival to be over and done with. That hadn’t happened, so now he needed to keep his head down and his ear to the ground in hopes that he could figure out what it was before it happened. 

He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t notice the approaching shadow in the mid-afternoon sun. Once he did, Kingsley looked up, a pleasant but business-like smile on his face. “Good afternoon,” he said. “Can I help you with something?”

Alecto had very pointedly not attended the previous day’s festivities. She hardly saw the Dark Lord’s fall and her brother’s subsequent incarceration as causes for celebration. So, she offered up half-hearted excuses to anyone who asked whether she’d be attending ( and snapped at them to mind their business if they ventured to question her ) and spent the day in her apartment trying to make sense of the next moves in her quest to resurrect the Dark Lord.

She knew that many former Death Eaters had given up the fight once their master fell -- as far as she was concerned, they were all traitors and cowards, and not worth her time ( though, when she claimed responsibility for bringing back their master, Alecto would quite like to be involved in their, no doubt, horrible punishments ). Of course, her venture so far had been rather unsuccessful ( not that she would admit this ), and she couldn’t help but think that things would be easier if Amycus were still around to provide her with guidance. This thought is just as quickly dismissed when she imagines how proud her older brother will be when he finds out what she’s accomplished all by herself.

Alecto isn’t roaming Diagon Alley by choice. She needs to pick up a few things ( she had for a few days, but didn’t want to see the setting up of the celebration, it made her stomach turn just to think about it ), and seeing the decorations being torn down and discarded was a touch more palatable for her. She doesn’t mean to attract any attention as she walks briskly down the street, but she looks up as she hears someone speak to ( she assumes ) her. “Shacklebolt,” She acknowledges with a tight smile. Working as an obliviator, she knows the auror fairly well, though she can’t say she holds much but disdain for the man. 

“No.” She shakes her head, “Just out for some shopping.” Her smile widens, though it is probably more akin to a lioness bearing her fangs than anything particularly friendly. “I hear the festival was a success. Almost makes me sorry to have missed it.”

[dailypedretti]

VICTORIA PEDRETTI at the 2019 Netflix FYSEE The Haunting of Hill House event.

[flitwick]

@slytheringirlsgang event: gtktm—headcanon slytherins  → alecto carrow

a l e c t o  teaches muggle studies, which is compulsory for everyone. we’ve all got to listen to her explain how muggles are like animals, stupid and dirty— 

[blackdelia]

Sofia Black-D’elia as Sabrina Pemberton in The Mick (2x04)

[jump-spark]

[traumaticchild]

*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy

[saintslucifer]

Eve being iconic af 1/??

[tvandfilm]

Fleabag  (2016 - 2019)