Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil

[230miles]

I swear on everything that this isn’t just some stupid contest to gain followers. I’ve been wanting a new macbook for ages so now I have two. I was thinking about returning/selling my old one, but I wouldn’t be getting the same amount or more than what it was originally priced. Anyway, who doesn’t like free stuff?

Here’s how this will work:

You do not have to follow me. I don’t want any followers that don’t actually like my blog. I do ask of you to kindly check out my blog though. If you like it cool, if not, then your loss.

Likes do not count for anything, only reblogs will count. You can reblog this as many times as you’d like.

Do not create any extra blogs or whatever, I will be looking on your archives.

Winner will be chosen like as if it were a raffle drawing.

Winner will be contacted via ask, so make sure that you have that on/open.

This will be over on May 21st 2015, and the winner will be announced on the 22nd.

I am doing this basically to make someone else happy and also because I accidentally deleted the other contest I was doing. Please don’t participate if you already own a Mac, but you can if you’d like I guess. I really don’t care if you live in Hogwarts, anyone is allowed to enter.

Here’s what the winner will get:

Macbook Pro

Protective Case

All power leads and cables

The Mac is basically brand new.

If you think this is “stupid” of me to do or anything of that sort, than just ignore it. It’s that simple.

Q. “Why would you just giveaway an expensive laptop to a stranger?”

A. TO MAKE THEM HAPPY!

Q. “How do we know you aren’t bullshitting us?”

A. To make a fake contest just for followers is stupid, plus, I have a picture of me holding the mac and you can clearly see my url etc on the mac.

Good luck!

[shaanmasala]

Bruh the timing is perfect my laptop died like last month omg

[sundriedraisins]

[ofmetalandstitchskinarchive-blog]

Reblog if you are 18 or older

That means you are legal in the US and won’t have anyone else arrested for smutting with you if that is so.

So, just please reblog.

[cxritas-blog]

“But…I don’t want you to go…”

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

Wasn't aware you had ever given me a reason I should stay.

[roleplaysituationsandstuff]

Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts

“Everyone ends up alone.” "Stay close to me." "We need to get away." "This is all for you.” "How could you be so heartless?" "There’s gotta be another way out." “I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.” “I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.” “I never thought you would really go.” “I was being such a fool.” “But I can’t live without you.” “If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.” "Don’t let me down.” “And now I’m feeling stupid.” “I’ll only stay with you one more night.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Can’t take it no more.” “I used to pretend that I felt okay.” “I’ve failed you again.” “God knows that I tried…” “I was dreaming for so long.” "You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.” “If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?” "We both know how this ends." “This is not what I do.” “Is that alright?” “Am I even human?” "I’m a mess." "At least I’ve always been myself.” “No one knows my heart.” “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “There is something that you need to let me know.” “Be honest please.” “Say you’ll stay.” "I’ll look after you." “I wasn’t looking for this.” "Here’s my number." “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” “I missed you so bad.” "You see?" "Come on let’s go and play!" “Be my baby.” “Don’t you ever say I just walked away.” “I will always want you.” “I never meant to start a war.” “I just wanted you to let me in.” “I guess I should’ve let you win.” "You make me crazy from happiness." "You’re my prince from the fairy tale." "Where do I go if you leave?" "I was afraid you don’t care about me." “I can’t forget you.” “I’m your destiny.” “You are like frost.” “We just have to wait until the next life.” "We need to talk." “Where did I go wrong?” "I lost a friend." “If I don’t say this now I will surely break.” “I’m losing my control.” “What’s mine is yours to leave or take.” “You’ve begun to feel like home.” “If that’s what you want…” “But I’m only human!” “I bleed…” "I can do it!" “Don’t let them in.” “Let it go.” "We only have each other."  “Okay, can I just, say something crazy?” "We are meant to be."

[dear-indies]

We are creating a giant master-list for every Harry Potter roleplayer.

The list is here. 

[roleplaymasterlist]

Reblog if you're an RPer of the HARRY POTTER fandom.

You’ll be added to the MASTERLIST.

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

New Alecto Carrow Indie Account

 Multiverse, Multiship

Multifandom, cross-over, AU and OC blog.

2 years of roleplaying in the Harry Potter fandom.

Open to various styles and lengths of roleplaying.

Plots and IC questions are welcome in the askbox.

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8th July, 1979 || Morning || Diagon Alley || Open

I figured life would be more exciting at this point, kind of dull being an adult, isn’t it? Fuckin’ boring.

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

There is a point in every young  person's life when you realize that the youth that you've progressed through and  graduate to some sort of adulthood is equally as messed up as where you're going.

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

8 July 1979 || You're Wasting Your Time || London Town || Alecto & Marlene

[marleneknows-best]

Marlene prided herself on her empathy but sometimes—like now, for instance, as she watched little children running and looking for their mums and the burnt carcasses of houses still smoldering in the evening sky—it overwhelmed her and suffocated her, till her heart throbbed and she felt her eyes brim with tears.

It was a weakness, some told her, with sneers. Don’t cry. Don’t show weakness.

But they had sent her out here for that reason. She was a humanitarian at heart, after all, always one to help. So she had gone without a second thought, with direct orders to provide aid, and while doing so, perhaps figure out who had started this dreadful fire. And she would do just that, with all her charms and her innocence, as she helped mothers with their children and little old women find their families. She would do that.

If she wasn’t so bloody lost.

Marlene was never good with directions. Never had been, never would be. She was supposed to make her way to a little pub, one of the few intact buildings, to check the names of the missing and see if anyone matched up. But the streets weaved in and out of each other like a twisted labyrinth. She had bumped into a few other Order Members on the way and they’d been kind enough to point her in the right direction, but then (it always seemed to happen) another blaze would break out, or there would be another rush of people, and Marlene would find herself lost again.

She stood a bit on tiptoe, trying to orient herself.

Among the slowly thinning crowd, one figure caught her eye. She wasn’t sure if she had ever met the dark-haired girl with the cigarette between her fingers, but something about this strange girl made Marlene stare for a bit longer. They made eye contact and Marlene pretended to look  past the girl, at the street sign, and then turned on her heel. Probably just a familiar face from Hogwarts.

But she couldn’t shake the odd feeling in her stomach. There was something very very familiar about this girl.

She turned on her heel again, deciding to approach this girl, but by the time she had turned around, the girl was almost at the end of the street about to turn.

Was it worth it to chase her? Marlene deliberated for a moment, but then decided that she couldn’t ignore this odd feeling deep within her. She quickened her pace to a brisk walk, following the strange girl. 

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Alecto stopped quickly as she reached the corner to turn off the street, her basic instincts instructing her to look back quickly, which she happily obliged to. Her eyes immediately fell to the blonde witch she’d spotted moments ago, her eyes widening in an almost false attempt to get a better look. She checked with herself, was that definitely the same woman who’d stared at her? Yeah, the hair was the same length and she was wearing the same clothes. Alecto had been sure she’d watched her turn on her heel and walk in the other direction, and why would she do the same seconds later? Alecto’s eyes narrowed as she caught the eye of the witch one more time, her annoyance rising enormously in response to the other woman’s sudden quickness of movement towards her.

“For Fuck’s Sake” Alecto quietly whispered to herself.

Without a second thought, Alecto turned back to the path she was originally going and began to walk at a quickened pace. She would not run, that was too obvious, she just simply would not be found.  There was no amount of fear in Alecto, she just asked herself the important questions. Who was this woman? Why was she following her? Was there anyway anything that happened in Ireland could be traced back to her? What were the most opportune places to fit in, where were the best places to hide?  She had no idea who she was sadly, not an inkling, which greatly severed her scope of what she could want. She could even be some nameless Slytherin girl trying to catch up for an unwanted chat, although the witch looked older. It could be anyone however…

But it didn’t matter. Ireland had nothing to do with her, she had alibis, witnesses and proof she wasn’t there, she couldn’t even apparate. Nothing would get pinned on her, simply because nothing could get pinned on her. The worst case scenario would be it was something in connection with her brother Amycus, in which case, she would be sorted out by one of the masses eventually  for identifying someone so high up. Alecto relaxed further, there was no issues that could come from this.

Figuring she might as well try to hide anyway, she lazily looked around her, finding a dark alley out to the left and hurrying towards it. Clutching her wand tightly in her left hand, although she would not hurt her, that would be a poor choice. There she waited, the blonde witch would surely come this way, the best Alecto could hope for is she’d walk past her completely and Alecto could just slink away.

At least life had found an element of excitement recently.

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

July 8, 1979 // Alecto & Frank & Alice // The Streets // Unrelenting Danger

“AVADA KEDVARA”

She stared downwards at the victim for two seconds before turning her attention to his friend a few inches away, his breathing heavy, accepting of his fate, but not truly ready for it to become a reality, that meant nothing to Alecto. She aimed a large, steel-toe capped boot at the face of the man, shivers of enjoyment running slowly up her back in response to the loud scream that shattered the air in response. She stomped down this time, this time receiving the same satisfaction from the loud crack that accompanied a skull smashing against unmovable concrete. She looked around quickly, making completely sure that no one else was around, she could not be seen. Satisfied that she was indeed alone not including the man lying beneath her, in too much pain to comprehend any sight that befell his eyes from this point, she slowly removed the mask partly from her face to just above the eyes. Underneath this mask was the face of a seemingly innocent, blue-eyed girl, long brown hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks from sweat. She looked down in pity at the crumpled man on the floor once more and spat at him, watching as her saliva travelled downwards and landed on his face. She extracted a long, thin and sharp knife from her robes and dropped to her knees, positioning herself on top of the worthless, pathetic mudblood. She waited there, knife held safely in her hand, eagerly anticipating the moment when he opened his eyes once more. She looked deeply into them as he did so and instantly sunk the long, thin blade into his chest, feeling the wet, hot, sticky liquid run over her hand as the pointless life within the man’s body left. Without another word, she got to her feet.

Alecto barely breathed as she stood there looking down, she couldn’t remember the last time she had in fact, why find time to breath when her whole consciousness and mind was going into overdrive at the fact that her predictions were right, she had found her calling, finally. She’d found it in the empty, lifeless depths in the eyes of those who’d she had killed tonight, those that had taught her that she’d found the most dangerous personal drug in the world, murder. Muggles, mudbloods, nameless faces, those who screamed in fear, those who never got the chance, she had stared into each of their eyes as they died, silently twisting the knife stuck into their side, she could finally feel something, and now she would never stop. She twisted quickly on her heel, her cloak swishing around with her, and she began to make fast steps on the continuation of her walk. She was looking for one thing, another group of people, another piece of the jigsaw that would lead to Voldemort truly realizing that she fitted in with his plans, that she was valuable.

She stopped suddenly when she heard the unmistakable sound of muffled sobbing and rushed shushing; her eyes scanned the scene hungrily for the origin of this noise, the feeling building up inside her that the pleasure, the joy and the excitement were all moments away from starting once more. She tiptoed silently as she managed to locate where the sounds were coming from, an evil, senile grin creeping onto her face as the noises got clearer, the voices more traceable, the fearful tone more noticeable. She spotted them as she turned a corner, a family, two adults and three children, perfect. The air was filled with the sound of blood-curdling screams of fear as she continued to walk towards them, they had every right to be scared, the sight of her walking slowly towards them, blood-stained robes covering her body, her young, innocent-looking face concealed behind a mask that screamed of nothing but danger. These people, these stupid, worthless jokes of human beings had every right to scream, but they were just wasting their time by doing so. Soon they would be able to scream no more, robbed of every living pleasure that they’d taken for granted for so long, their future had no beautiful ending anymore, their only destiny being joining the already varied splatters of blood that stuck to her clothes.

Alecto Carrow would not be stopped.

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

JUNE 27TH, 1979: MINISTRY OF MAGIC, SIRIUS AND ALECTO, “OLD FRIENDS”

[theremainsofsirius]

It was silly, all of this. It was silly how defensive Sirius fault around her, having to put up a shield against her hurt, her confessions of pain and feeling betrayed. It was silly that the world they had been born into wouldn’t have allowed them to be be proper friends any more, that pride and status mattered more than a valued friendship. It was silly that he didn’t dare to confess what he still felt and thought, that he had to fight her, not wanting to remember what used to be sweet and good in the world that he had left, that had chased him away.

Alecto had meant much. Alecto had made his childhood bearable, innocent  play and pure laughter. One of the few sparkling stars in a black sky surrounding him.

He should thank her. He should tell her. But allowing those feelings to overrun him, life that was already guilt-ridden and confusing enough would lose even more of the balance he tried to uphold. If he could admit that a person from his old life still were good, missed, cherished, how could he continue to fight against those that caused wrong, those he suspected to be a Eater, that he once had liked and admired?

Sirius wouldn’t bee bale to be active in the Order.

But she deserved, she deserved the recognition of friendship once, of hope and encouragement she had given him.

Every world she said brought him closer to reveal, to spill, to admit to being weak. Wasn’t as cold-hearted as she thought. He remembered. He felt. He missed.

And suddenly she had grabbed hold of his robes, her closeness making his shoulders and back to stiffen. The warmth of her presence teasing his nerves through the layers of clothing, a soul that had missed the warmth of the other. A body not used to closeness that also protested, his private sphere having been broken.

A tear, and Sirius’ eyes widened in unease of her raw emotions, her naked vulnerable state. Open, in public, she showed her mourning, his worlds having stung her.

Tears because of him. Not for him to soothe, and Sirius’ felt his won throat tighten once more, lips that parted in silence that carried everything he wanted to say but couldn’t.

The muscles of his right arm made him to reach out his hand, a will to stroke away those tears that sweetened her skin, to tame the blind anger that had rushed through her, from blankness to this but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t.

"Alecto..:", Sirius breathed, voice soft in pleading as he took a few balancing steps backwards as she pushed him away from her, the hands that wanted to embrace her shifted their focus to straighten out the robes she had tussled in her fit of feelings.

Alecto’s words rang of truth when their showered down over him. As much as they were false. He couldn’t apologise. But he had cared. He had cared so much. Still did. He would be saddened beyond properness would harm come to his childhood princess.

"What do you want of me?" He asked, even though the pleading for apologises and recognition made it hard to breath. "I’m cheering on a side that’s good, that would have made our friendship possible beyond houses and betrayal of blood. Isn’t that fucking evidence enough? I cared for you, Alecto, don’t take that away", Sirius said as he re-gripped his wand as Alecto danced towards the fight of past and present and future masked as greed for the bounty on his head.

Sirius hoped, too, that it would hurt him. That it would cleanse him somewhat of this guilt that rode him, wore him down, a loyal companion.

“Rennervate!” Sirius attacked the spell directed towards him. He wouldn’t allow defeat too easily, even if he longed for her to win over him, as much as he ached to reveal the aching of his soul in a proper, good fight that would knock her, too.

Sirius arm moved in a forward slash, a green light that got aimed at her when his lips formed “Verdimillious!”

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Alecto almost laughed in sadness as Sirius asked what she wanted from him, the annoyingness of the whole situation, of everything seemingly leading up to this moment taking over. The moment when she would commit the act that she had spent the last few years convincing herself would bring along with it the inner peace that she so desperately wished for, although she knew it’d affect little. It wasn’t as simple as ‘what did she want from him’ anymore, this was about potentially putting away that chapter of her life forever, forcefully locking her childhood-self away in the blank eyes of the man who stood so close next to her. There had been a time when she’d wanted much from him, when his efforts and actions meant more to her than all the stupid superficial things that surrounded pure-blood life. Back during the time when Sirius and happiness came hand in hand together, now she knew neither of those things at all.

Alecto’s anger raised more as Sirius continued to prattle on, talk of choosing the right side and difference in blood opinions, it was all a load of shit. “That’s not the fucking point Sirius. This isn’t about you just choosing to go to the other side, you deciding whilst in Hogwarts that the Gryffindor’s were so much more your type of people than us slytherins. That has fuck all to do with anything. Do you think I’m stood here crying and yelling because you believe different things to me? No, because if that was the case then I would despise every being on this earth who believed what you did, and I don’t. You talk of choosing a side which allows us to be friends, ignores blood-status and traitors, but that all means fuck all to me.” Alecto paused for a second, taking a step forward and continuing.  “Christmas holidays when you were in first year of Hogwarts, I remember going to your house and asking where you were, and your brother and parents informed me that you decided you were too good for the family or something. I was a child, that meant nothing to me, I thought that it wouldn’t change us. But it did. You knew where I lived, you should have knew that I wouldn’t have fucked you off for something as stupid as that, you obviously knew that you meant a lot to me. Yet there was not one fucking letter in the post, not one, no word of you doing what you thought was best, no word of explanation of you choosing a different path, nothing, you were too busy living life up with your pathetic marauders friends to remember that little girl who spent months waiting for word from her best friend. All I saw was one summer I had a friend who appeared to enjoy my company as much as I enjoyed his, and the next this friend doesn’t contact me again until I see him in Hogwarts halls randomly years later. Now you can stand there and make up excuses for all of that, but it makes no fucking difference, us not being friends is not because you chose a different side, we’re not friends because clearly having a new life was enough temptation to wipe clean any part of your past.”

Alecto watched as her newly fired spell was easily batted away by Sirius, her mind racing spectacularly fast as she slowly settled into the unavoidable reality that their relationship had actually finally reached this point. Just two old friends now more than willing to cause unrelenting pain to the other to prove a point. The final proof in retaliation that Sirius didn’t care, bringing alongside it enough motivation for her to hurt him back.

She tried to dodge the charm fired at her by Sirius but failed, grunting in a slight feeling of pain  as the green electrical discharge from the spell exploded and began to crackle around her. Once the sound of crackling had left her ears, she peered up towards her target once more through her eyelids, her mind searching for a countercharm. Out the corner of her eye she noticed a quite large rock sat nonchalantly up against the wall, her gears working in her mind slowly, she whispered “Wingardium Leviosa”, and was delighted when she saw it rise up slightly from the floor. Keeping her wand steady, she spoke once more, aiming to distract Sirius. “Nice charm Sirius, no wonder you enjoy spending so much time with mudbloods and traitors, can’t be outshone magically by those who don’t deserve the right to wield it.” Without another word, she swung her wand quickly, aiming for the heavy rock to clash with Sirius knee and injure him, he’d be sitting bait without the use of his leg.

Sitting bait for the ending of a chapter he unknowingly wrote when he messed with the girl who no longer had anything to lose.

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

8 July 1979 - Late Morning - Diagon Alley - Open

One of the common failings among honorable people is a failure to appreciate how thoroughly dishonorable some other people can be, and how dangerous it is to trust them.

That's why we'll all be wiped off the face of this earth before any progress is made in stopping this war.

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Minding The Fortescue Ice Cream Shop | Alice and Alecto

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That’s really nice. I think it’s lovely when siblings are close, almost makes me wish that I had a sibling when I was younger.

You don’t have to compliment me so much sweetheart. If someone in the Ministry has upset you then it’s up to the others there to find out what they can and correct that behaviour. And it won’t fix anything over night because there are just so many things coming through the office right now that it’s crazy to think we could do that and still get some sleep but it will be sorted for you as soon as possible. At the very least we can stop someone less strong from getting hurt like this. 

I’m 29, as well, though it’s nice to know that someone sees me as younger than that. I’ll have to brag to my husband about it.

I’m sorry to hear that. I lost my father when I was four so I understand how awful it is to have to grow up thinking about that. Though I did have my mother and uncle there to look out for me. But, as I said, if you need anything you can come to me. 

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

I'm not surprised, having someone constantly there who you can rely on and know would rather die than see you hurt, is one of life's greatest things. At least from my point of view.

Okay, I'll stop with the constant compliments. *Smiles sweetly* Just trying to show my gratitude. Well there's no specific rush Alice, as long as I know it's in safe hands now, I can remove it from my mind.

You're 29!?!? Wow. What's your secret? I've never seen any potions or spells manage to make someone look so fantastic for their age.

It's fine, I've never truly experienced having any parent around except my brother. It's like they say. You simply cannot miss what you have never truly had.

[wondrous-to-behold]

8 July 1979 - Late Morning ❖ Rosa Lee Teabag (Diagon Alley) ❖ Open

You would think tea, and a calm day would also calm my nerves….

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

You want your nerves calmed? I've got one word for you.

Cigarette?

[carrowonthroughtheshit-blog]

SAFE HOUSE LOCATION || 7TH JULY 1979 || ALECTO & DORCAS || JUST DOING MY JOB.

[brokenmeadowes]

Dorcas smirked, “Ah, but wasn’t it you who just said denial is the first step towards acceptance?” She loved doing this. She loved tormenting Alecto, albeit it was quite an immature enjoyment. But she allowed herself the small pleasure of frustrating people. And it looked like Alecto was enjoying herself, too. Goddammit. All right, the fun and games are over. Now, Alecto really was getting in her way. But how to get the girl off her back was the biggest issue here. Oh, how Dorcas was just so tempted to Apparate her some place. Somewhere, anywhere but where she was at the moment. The Order was going to have her hide for not doing her job on time and it would entirely be the fault of the snappy teenager before her. Really, enough was enough. They could have a bit more fun in the future.

Alecto also seemed to be getting tired of their little exchange as quickly as she was. Good. Maybe if Dorcas annoyed her enough, she’d just go away and leave her in peace. “Oh, because you’re so original in the first place with your original nick name for me?” Dorcas said, raising an eyebrow, unable to bite back a bit of snark. But Alecto’s self-absorption was getting too out of hand. “Look, I don’t think anyone’s ever told you but the world doesn’t revolve around you. I don’t care about who your parents are and what issues you have and what issues they have. I can assure you, however, that my neighbors would enjoy a night of solitude without my—how’d you put it, ah yes—nightly sobbing vibrating through their walls. So, I’d like to give them a bit of that peace and stay here a while.” So saying, she sat on the pavement, near the tree Alecto was leaning on, her back now to the other girl so she was facing the streets to keep an eye on the safe house. If she couldn’t cast protections on it, then at least she would be checking if it was not being invaded.

She was not moving from this spot. “However, I’d like to be alone. So, if you would please go away.” She said, turning her head so that she was half-facing Alecto. Why can’t she just finish her cigarette and walk home already like a normal person?

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Alecto rolled her eyes dramatically at Dorcas’ words, a loud tut brushing past her lips as she did so. It was a common misconception and insult from others that Alecto believed the world to revolve around herself, and one that had been so worn over time that it had lost all meaning. The simple fact was everyone, no matter whom, believed the world revolved around them, it was simple human psychology. If they didn’t, then why would they continue to live on in a world where their whole existence meant the equivalent of less than fuck all in the grand scheme of things?

“I am perfectly aware that the world does not revolve around me thank you, moments like this make that perfectly clear to me. If the world did in fact revolve around me and no one else, then people like you would kiss my feet in respect, rather than stand around being sassy little bitches. My only issue at this current moment of time is the woman stood in front of me, and considering you’re not directly altering that, it’s rather obvious you don’t care. And I’m glad to hear you’re saving your neighbour the trouble of having to listen to you. But we are in a big, big world Dorcas, massive in fact, so you could easily apparate somewhere else and have the silence you clearly so desire. I’ve heard Cornwall is nice at this time of the year” She watched as Dorcas moved herself to sit on the pavement, her eyes burning into the back of the ex-slytherin mere inches away from her.

Alecto laughed and put on a high-pitched, sarcastic tone of voice as she responded. “Aww, you said please? That’s all I really wanted, course I’ll leave now.” She flicked her cigarette away, just over the shoulder of Dorcas so it landed centimetres in front of her. Returning to her normal tone, she spoke again. “However, whilst I appreciate that you wish to be alone right now, I can fully understand, I feel the same. But if I’m correct in saying, I was actually here before you were? So surely it’s a bit unfair to come stomping up and tell someone to move because you want the area? If you walked over to a packed table of strangers at a pub, sat down and told them to fuck off because you wanted to be alone you’d probably get your ass kicked. It’s good manners dear, why don’t you set a good example to an impressionable student such as me?”

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Minding The Fortescue Ice Cream Shop | Alice and Alecto

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Your brother sounds like he might be a very smart man. Are you close in age?

Yes, people do tend to change when they’re around different people but they shouldn’t. It’s that simple. Just because you’re younger and you were both in a stressful situation doesn’t mean that general human decency should go out of the window. And I’d love to sit and tell you in excruciating detail about things like that but there are certain rules to follow. We’re not allowed to discuss things like that because I could tell you and you could accidentally slip up and say the wrong word in the wrong place and suddenly everyone knows. And that wouldn’t even be your fault, it would be mine for saying something in the first place. But he won’t be able to lie about it.

Don’t apologise for crying. It’s probably going to be good for you to let everything out because otherwise it will all bottle up and you’ll end up feeling worse. Stress can come out physically and it’s absolutely awful when it does because you could end up really ill. No one wants that.It’s good that you have the confidence to recognise that you’re more than this.

Well whenever you need someone to talk to, you can owl me. I live here in London so it’s not as if it’s too far or a strange place to me. I don’t want to pry, but  is your mother not around? 

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My brother happens to be the smartest man I have ever had the pleasure to meet. We are not noticeably far in age physically or in reality, but we are as close as twins.

Exactly my point Alice, I glad you're understanding. I find it both disrespectful and unexplainably unfair that I appear to be less in the opinion of someone such as him purely for such menial matters such as age. We are all human beings at the end of the day, and everyone should be treated the same...that's my opinion at least. Okay, I understand you being unable to tell me, I kind of expected that in all honesty. Thank you for the reassurance that he won't be able to lie about it however, justice needs to be served.

//Alecto listens to Alice's comforting words. Happy that her tears had managed to achieve the desired effect. It was clear she was drawing out some kind of Mothering nature and kindess within this stranger from the Ministry and she thanked her luck that she'd had the opportunity to meet her randomly in diagon alley. The knowledge that there were methods to find out if Fabian was lying or not, which he clearly won't be, did play at the back of her mind slightly but she ignored it. Alice may know very little about her, but she was satisfied that she'd done enough to give the impression that it was a tough thing to talk about and had affected her. It just depended from there how much Alice believed her.

Thank you for your kind words Alice, you've been amazing about this. I haven't spoken to anyone about this, I'm glad I bumped into you today, it's an extremely commendable trait to inspire confidence in a stranger Miss Longbottom. I can only hope I have something of similar power and kindness when I reach your age of...24 I'm guessing?

No.

She isn't. My Mother died when I was still only a baby, I hold no memories of her. I was raised purely by my Brother, hence why I said it was nice to meet a female figure to look up to in you.