Alecto Victoria Carrow

beware of pretty faces that you find, a pretty face can hide an evil mind

[gxldenlucius-deactivated2016052]

Lucius took a deep, deep breath, his eyes closed and the corner of his lips tugged upwards. Sitting by the half-open window, the lattice cross-stripe cascading diamonds of light on his face. The early-morning sun brushed over everything, sweetening the street smells to a cream cleanliness and draping soft lights across roof tiles. Behind his eyelids, Lucius’ world was a gentle miasma of pastels. The rapid growing hubbub of his duties, the impending war, was nonexistent. When his eyes opened though, the world returned along with the piled up tasks. He huffed at her statement, but made no further comment. 

Exhaling roughly, he shoved his hands forward to his cup of coffee, feigning a ghastly look of displeasure. “And a little more obedience intermingling with respect when you speak to me.” Seeing as he was her lieutenant, Lucius took pride in being able to use that to his advantage. It was a harsh reminder, an effortless way to rebuke her, return the retorts that slipped from loose lips. “We’ve be given a break, tasks deferred for a later date. Bellatrix is most likely consuming her time with stories better left unsaid.” 

Curling his fingers around his cup, his grip tightened as he relented a look of ease. It could be considered off putting how his body could conveyed two hundred differents messages all in one transient moment. “ ‘Course not. I enjoy what i do.” Albeit how exhausting it could be, there was satisfaction in shredding his enemies to pieces. The knowledge that there was one less abominable man roaming the earth left a palpable gaiety. 

[alectovictoria]

Alecto fought to avoid rolling her eyes again. Merlin, he was such a drama queen sometimes. Obedience and respect? Only on his deathbed, and probably not even then. Even in jest he knew that was over the top. Either Lucius was getting a little too self-respecting or he was particularly out of sorts today. She’d known the man since he was a little boy. Not friends, persay, but pureblood families always ran together in some aspect. She remembered both his awkward phase and when she’d broken his nose. He could act her superior all he wanted, but the sickening crunch as she’d smashed the door in his face could always remind her that she too could have the upper hand.

She gazed at him in slight skepticism. “You don’t know what to do with a break? Or Bella’s stories have you worried about exposure?” She didn’t really see the problem, to be honest. The oldest black sister was enthusiastic and maybe a little reckless, but Alecto couldn’t imagine her doing anything blatantly stupid. Lucius was similarly known to enjoy the hunt and the prey, both personally and professionally. If he needed more entertainment, waiting for a mission was unnecessary.

[littlemissmckinnonarchive-blog]

“I’ve been here for hours.”

[alectovictoria]

Ugh, join the club. This is the worst.

[alectovictoria]

Loose Lips, Twisting Stories ✥ Lily & Alecto ✥ Flashback: November 1976

[r0ttenluck]

Lily prided herself on being a fairly decent judge of character, but with Alecto she was just impressed that the girl was talking to her and not throwing around slurs any chance she got. Her weakness was seeing the good in people— even when there’s hardly any good to be seen. One would think she’d be more skeptical of people after the whole Severus ordeal in 5th year, but this was the one thing she couldn’t learn for the life of her.

                “ I don’t think we’d have to try hard to                    show the younger years how to be more                   open minded, or at least not the lions, ravens,                   or  ‘puffs. Besides, it’s a project. It’s not like                   we’re best friends now. They have nothing                    to fret about.”

Of course it was a dream to just have everyone get along, but that would never happen as long as the war was going on. People pick their sides and they stay there. Lily was on the good side, meanwhile majority of snakes headed towards the dark side. She had no clue what Alecto’s position was in the war, but she assumed it was either undecided. 

Lily shifted some of her textbooks and other school supplies over so that the girl could have a seat, since she figured they ought to get started on planning out what ingredients they need and what potion to create. Lily didn’t know what skill level Alecto was at, so she started to write down some of the easier potions on her parchment.

                “What potion would you like to attempt?”

[alectovictoria]

Alecto thought the girl’s mindset was a little naive, or she was more unaware of the political situation than Alecto thought. ‘Nothing to fret about’ - regardless of Alecto’s ability to appear noncommittal on this war, she still had a house and family reputation of which all were aware. Without the war, this may be strange but unremarkable. With muggles and muggle lovers alike dying weekly, Alecto expected Lily may receive a decent amount of backlash from her housemates about freely working with a Carrow. This was not required and Alecto herself had proposed the partnership. Anyone with a lick of sense would be suspicious. The Slytherin would just continue to prove them wrong. 

She smiled gratefully at the Gryffindor’s gesture and slid into the seat. She perched her elbow on the table, chin resting in her palm. Her eyes slid over the list that Lily was creating. Fairly simple, and possibly meeting the requirements but no guarantees. 

             “I say we try something a little more               difficult. Even if it’s not perfect, I               think he’ll appreciate our desire               and dedication more than being               perfect and complacent. Ambition,               you know? He is the Slytherin               head of house.”

Alecto gave a playful grin. How Slughorn became her head of house was a complete mystery. It was clear he had the desire for power and standing, but he just used others’ rather than gaining his own. The Slug Club was a way for him to have contacts, but he never used them for anything more than passing fancies. It was a complete waste. As for their potion, however, Alecto had plenty of ideas. It was important to only mention.... socially appropriate ones, however. 

              “We could make doxycide, which is                always useful, as is a wound-cleaning                potion. Or Veritaserum can be tricky,                but we should be able to handle it.”

[alectovictoria]

The grass was cool against her back and arms, reassuring her that even if she got lost among the galaxies, she’d return. The sky was a brilliant black - she could see every single speck of light possible against the deep abyss of the heavens. Her mouth was open slightly, a small smile betrayed her utmost fascination with the orbs overhead. A noise nearby caught her attention and she twisted sideways to see who approached. They were so far from any city, she had never expected to find anyone else here. Surprise colored every word: “What are you doing here?”

[sofia--sanchez]

“It can be quite frightening” she laughed, she was almost surprised by how genuine she found herself being. “Are you excited to go back or like me, are you sad to see summer go?” it wouldn’t hurt to have a polite conversation, she wasn’t being naive – at least, that was what she told herself. 

[alectovictoria]

Alecto gave a small chuckle in response, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She hoped to give her something to actually be frightened about one day, but for now her naive thoughts made her easy prey. “In between, I think. Terribly sad to see summer go, but quite pleased to get on with my final year and get it over with. I’m ready to be out, and that can only happen by going back.” Did she have any plans for post Hogwarts? Absolutely not. But it didn’t matter as long as she never had to write another essay on the properties of moonstones.

[sofia--sanchez]

A smile toyed at her lips, despite being in the same year, didn’t know much about the girl before her except for what family she belonged too. She tried her best to stay clear of conflict, she didn’t like looking for a fight and whenever she mingled with the Snakes, she always seemed to find herself at odds with someone. “I will keep that in mind, trust me, I enjoy sleep as much as the next person. You probably wouldn’t like me in my grumpy state, as well!” 

[alectovictoria]

This was how you threaded lies together - with bits of truth. Everyone had sleep habits and everyone could relate somehow. All they needed was a little bit of help to bond. She gave a small chuckle. “Yes, no sneaking into the Slytherin rooms to wake me, and I’ll give the Ravenclaw common room a wide berth, especially when you’re feeling... grumpy.” She pursed her lips with a smile. “It sounds quite frightening.”

[joypendants]

Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.

We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them. (CNS)

[alectovictoria]

Loose Lips, Twisting Stories ✥ Lily & Alecto ✥ Flashback: November 1976

[r0ttenluck]

Unlike most of the students in her class, Lily Evans couldn’t concentrate on anything but the lesson. She knew most people disliked Slughorn, but she found him and his lessons exciting. She just found all of the different potions interesting, and it didn’t hurt that she was skilled at the subject. Lily was sad knowing that she only had one more year at Hogwarts after this and then she’ll go out in the real world and made do there.

After Slughorn finally finished giving out the instructions for the assignment and told everyone to get into pairs, Lily glanced around the classroom for a familiar face. She figured she’d group up with either Mary or Marlene for the assignment, but instead a blonde haired, green clad girl made her way over to the ginger. It struck Lily as odd that the slytherin was approaching her at all, but things became a little more clear upon hearing her question. Lily nodded, flashing the girl a small smile as she watched her.

                  “Of course i’ll partner up with you, Alecto. Seeing                     as Marlene just ditched me for Mary, I was in need                     of a partner anyways.” 

Lily was already a tutor for some of the younger years, so people asking to be her partner merely because she was a good student wasn’t rare. Of course, a slytherin known for hanging around the deatheaters was pretty rare. Then again, she was friends with Severus up until last year, and that was odd in itself, so who knows. 

[alectovictoria]

A relieved smile broke over Alecto’s face. Success. Sometimes this was too easy, but she didn’t even care. Primed for popularity, Lily Evans would be perfect on her arm as an acquaintance. And it was a start. Honestly, you’d think eventually they’d start teaching lessons on when to trust people around here. But for now, she was going to take advantage of every second.

                “Sounds like we’re a good match then.                   I really appreciate it, Lily. I know it’s a                   little unconventional, but... you know,                   maybe we could be a good example for                   the younger students. I know the Slytherins                   at least could use some more positive role                   models. And I know it’s probably not easy,                   the appearance being my partner brings.                   So, just.... thanks.”

Pure slime was dripping from her mouth. Interhouse unity and good role models, indeed. Lily’s face was wide and open, showing every emotion she had and making it all too easy to twist her sentimentalities into motivations. The girl was prepped by nature and fortune to be a leader in this sordid institution, and she was just going to fall in line with the degenerate teachings. Such a waste.

....Unless Alecto could use her as such. If the girl was wiling to work with her on a project, how far could Alecto push her. Confessions of confusion about her future, unsure family loyalties, the desire to just be seen as herself and not part of anyone or anything else, how many ways could she convince the other girl of her good intentions? It was almost too easy. Her smiled widened in spite of herself, and Alecto began planning.

[scarecarrow-blog]

Amycus appreciated the art of deception just as much as the next bloke, but it had always astounded him - how was it that his sister, who despised the filth as much as he did, could stand bearing them? How, when the very sight of those disgusting creatures sent shivers of anticipation running up his spine? He had witnessed her in those moments of trickery - Merlin, the falseness of it was so evident. But then again, the scum were as good as swine when it came to thinking. “I prefer getting straight to the point. Don’t you find it tiresome?” His tone was neutral, bored even - he knew exactly how she felt about it, but had never ceased in asking. “At the very least, I won’t be met by stares of confusion when I corner them. They always expect me to be like you, sis. Lamblike and lovely. No teeth.” There was certainly a small dig in his statement, but it wasn’t if they hadn’t argued about this very topic before. Besides, he didn’t want to fight today, not particularly. 

“The end of another year. Merits a bit of a huzzah, doesn’t it?” He arched an eyebrow and then laughed, shaking his head. “Oh no, no. Good wine is far too mundane.” At this, he leaned against the doorframe with a lazy smirk, ready to transcend to greater things. “What do you say to something better?”

[alectovictoria]

Soft surprise covered Alecto’s face. Clearly they were not as understanding of the other as she thought. “Tiresome? Hell no. I’ve never played a more fun game in my life. I have people who care about me, who defend me to others in such a way that it creates strife in their own life, and I would relish in killing them myself. What part of that is not supposed to be entertaining?” The pretty Gryffindor’s face sprung to the front of her mind. Lily Evans believed she was worth saving and was willing to fight to do it. “I sell them a story and they cling to it with their life. Every day is an opportunity to steal a little more of their soul once they learn the truth. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.” She scoffed at him with a smile. “Lamblike? I’d hardly say that. And it’s not like I don’t deal with expectations either - you have made a name for yourself, Amycus, and people question how on earth I could possibly be any different. If people haven’t learned by now from the Blacks that families aren’t monochromatic, I don’t believe they ever will. That’s their problem.” And it was.

She heaved a great sigh of content. Thank Merlin the year was over. Only one more remained, and that indeed would be worthy of celebrating. But for now... “Something better sounds lovely as long as I can finish this bottle in the process.”

[gxldenlucius-deactivated2016052]

Allowing the corner of his lip to lift, his gaze flicked to Alecto. It wasn’t the first time he had circumstantially come across her by chance; it was often that style being how most exchanges occurred between them. He would ask if there was ever a right time and place why this happened, but there never was. Not even here, the cafe filled with eager listeners, cautiously hoping     no praying, to gather intel in any type of matters.  

So he forced himself to look away and clear his throat, a huff soon sounding. “Narcissa is fine. Our betrothal doesn’t entitle that we spend every waking moment together, fulfilling the happiness which isn’t sustained from others.” Tugging his cup towards himself, he lifted it to his lips intending to take a sip but instead placed it back on the table. 

“And you, Alecto? Do you plan to spend another day with false solicitudes? If so, you might as well take your leave for i do not wish to be with a perfidious comrade at present.” 

[alectovictoria]

Alecto raised her eyes at the older man and suppressed an eye roll. Men were such babies sometimes. It boggled her mind that anyone left them in charge of anything. She took a long drag of her double shot and licked her lips. “Grumpy gills today, I see. Perhaps you should be drinking something a little stronger.” She did not normally recommend alcohol to accompany misery, but it might at least get him to talk about whatever had soured him so.

“I simply meant to convey that attending to Narcissa may give you something to do as you looked rather bored. I can now see that is not the case. Perhaps a little less sass  when you address me in the future.” The sharpness of her tone contrasted with the underlying meaning. She was not serious of course, as they had a running game of critique and familiar cheek. But for whatever reason today felt different, as if he would treat anyone this way. That was either dangerous for their cause, or simply dangerous for Lucius himself.

She took a seat across from him and put her chin in her hand. Excessive emotions were not typically her forte, but perhaps she could make an exception. “Come now, Lucius, it can’t be all that bad.”

[alectovictoria]

Lies.

The cornerstone of Alecto’s personality. It wasn’t that she was a compulsive liar, for she did everything with specific purpose, but it was a rare day to get the pure truth from her lips. Half truths and twisted logic were far more common and, honestly, considerably easier to share. Only those closest to her ever hear Alecto’s true thoughts on the war, on blood purity, on how annoying Slughorn truly is. When you’re that judgmental, everything has to be lie in order to be seen as kind.

Send me a word and I’ll write an Alecto headcanon

[alectovictoria]

Memories

Alecto has a keen mind for recalling information - specifically remembering exactly what people say in a conversation. She uses this to her advantage constantly when interacting with others because it allows her to twist their words and her own. Experiences, emotions, directions, they were all shoved to the side in her brain in order to recall precise wording.

Send me a word and I’ll write an Alecto headcanon

[alectovictoria]

Love

What a concept. Alecto was rarely hesitant, but the idea of forcibly turning over your life and happiness to another individual seemed rather, well, stupid. It wasn't that she didn't think she could trust anyone else, as clearly she loved her brother and would even stretch so far as to say Narcissa and Bellatrix, but her own lies to everyone in the vicinity gave her a new lens with which to view romantic love. Every interaction was a possibility to tell someone what they wanted to hear rather than what you truly thought. Alecto needs to be swept off her feet completely out of her control, irritated though she'd be the entire time. And staring into the likelihood of an arranged marriage, it really didn't matter what she thought of love because someone else was going to decide her future anyway.

Send me a word and I’ll write an Alecto headcanon

[gxldenlucius-deactivated2016052]

♟

♟: Patching up a wound

“Would you quit squirming already? You’re worse than a muggle child.”

Lucius’ grunts overrode Alecto’s displeased hisses at the touches on her upper arm. The Pure Blood had come out of nowhere; and the attacks with the Order had been increasing. So, then, had the number of injuries - and the lack of progression in the newspapers. Considering their lieutenant, Lucius Malfoy, had sustained a medium-risk wound to his name, wanded cuts that carved through the fabric of his shirt and weaved into the muscle skin covering his abdomen, barely missing an artery that throbbed there. Blasted blood traitors.

Spatting out a curse, Lucius pushed together two separate pieces of flesh and worked quickly to heal it. This was war, bloody war, and here he squated profusely trying to heal a reliable comrade, one Lucius often overlooked staking her as a formidable combatant. Alecto wheezed, her fury matching the scarlet painting her leg. “This is fucking worse than anything I could’ve asked for.”

“Right, because we go around asking for wounds. Be quiet. I’m trying to work.” Lucius never thought he would even remotely come close to patching up Alecto, the duty habitually given to Amycus. But for the love of God above, he wasn’t going to have an exhausted biting Alecto bleed out as she teared at the enemies with too-sharp prowess in order to receive a sloppy fix up from her brother. It was unnecessary when he could do it himself.

Now, squatting before her, he slapped her leg lightly when he finished, the recently torn flesh unmarked, leaving behind no trace that she’d been wounded at all. “Not so bad now, is it.” He haughtily stated, allowing mere seconds to tick by as he memorized the scowl that was haphazardly strewn across her face. Standing up, a bone popping from the newfound position, he offered a hand with a lazy smirk. “What; no thank you?” With a warm hand now gripping his forearm, he pulled her up with relative ease, the cheeky smile failing to diminish as she huffed out a peppery thank you. Stooping down, he hurriedly picked up her wand and placed it in the hand that previously dug its nails into his skin. “Gratitude is noted. Acceptance is pending.” With that, he abandoned her to join the ranks at the front line.

[aurumflos-blog]

“Of course, Alecto. As much as I like your brother, you know you’re surely my favorite Carrow.” 

[alectovictoria]

Everyone’s favorite, I presume. Just as you are the favorite Black. 

[rpmissionboard]

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Nightmares

Humanity

Guardian

Torture

Insanity

Slaughter

Order

Morality

Loyalty

Promise

Betrayal

Epiphany

Apathy

Memories

Loss

Lies

Death

Love

Plans

Pawns

revenge

Monster

Time

Waiting

Laugh

Trend

Alliance

Natural

Pretence

Urge

Impression

Critic

Accent

Stranger

Judgement

Delirious

Instinct

Damage

Illusion

End

[aurumflos-blog]

value me (feel free to make them drunk if necessary, hahah)

Another summer night wasted at yet another society party. Narcissa was meant to live for such things, and while she did quite enjoy them, secretly a part of her would rather be anywhere else. Wandering off into the garden with a group of the other younger attendees, Narcissa and Alecto shared giggles and whispers as they went. 

With a wide smile and a demeanor as bubbly as the champagne she had sipped too much of, the golden haired Black spun in circles, watching the skirt of her dress swirl around her. It was not until her heel caught upon the hem of her gown at the same time she happened to realize how dizzy she was, as she stumbled, only to be caught by on of her eldest friends. 

“Careful there, Cissy,” Alecto smirked, helping her to right herself. 

“Oh, Ally, you’re always there when I need a hand,” Narcissa beamed, as the other girl laughed. “What would I ever do without you? No, really, you are one of my nearest, dearest friends…like a sister almost.” It was then that Narcissa began giggling once more herself, knowing the champagne was talking for her, thought it made her declaration no less sincere.