lovely-eyed. death-touched.

bodies lie in the bright grass & some are murdered & some are picnicking.

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althea-travers‌:

She couldn’t remember the last time that she saw Alecto Carrow in such high spirits. It was odd. Strange. Althea wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. She’d have to tread carefully if she wanted to make sense of it all. Althea let out a small chuckle. “I suppose you have a point. It’s a shame we haven’t spent more time together, all things considered. We really should change that.” She glanced over to the spot that Alecto gestured to, deciding it was fine, if not perfect. “I’ll take your word for it. How was your summer, Alecto? How did you spend your time outside of school?”

“Oh, wonderful.” Honeyed and plastic as most of her words were and had been since their conversation began, this she meant from the bottom of her heart - whatever hollow semblance of a heart resided within Alecto Carrow. The summer had been a transformative one for her and her brother both, but, naturally, she didn’t intend to go into detail regarding their activities. “Amycus and I spent a great deal of time together, learning new things and expanding our horizons further than we ever thought possible. And yourself, Althea? I presume your family goes on holidays to faraway lands.”

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“Well, well.” Alecto’s painted lips curled into an amused smile, head tilting to take in the new addition to her lonely row in the back of the class. She mourned her brother’s absence greatly, of course, but he was off studying Defense Against the Dark Arts this hour, and the presence of a plucky Gryffindor boy was little consolation. “What grave sins have you committed to be sentenced to sitting next to me, stray pup? Did you kick one of the house elves?”

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althea-travers‌:

Althea looked up to see Alecto Carrow standing over her, a picnic basket in her hands. It was surprising, really. The girl wasn’t exactly the most social of people, and the girl was hardly ever seen without her twin brother by her side. “Me?” she asked, though she knew it had to be directed at her. There wasn’t anyone else around. “And where do you want to have this picnic? Because I don’t want someone coming by and taking that wine straight to Slughorn… we’d have to be careful.”

“Yes, you! I’ve always thought it was such a shame that we haven’t had the chance to get better acquainted, you know. We are both purebloods - and mustn’t we redheads stick together? Perhaps we could form a club and recruit Amycus.” Smiling pleasantly, Alecto inclined her head in the direction of the spot she’d already picked out. “Not to worry, if there’s anything I know, it’s skulking about in the shadows. Come and see for yourself; we’ll be troubled by no prefects or nosy goody-goodies, I assure you.”

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He had been looking for just such an escape when Alecto entered the courtyard. Rabastan bites his lip, holding back a grin - badly. “Hmm, I think I will — would you like me to help you with the basket?” The twins were in his year, so they had many of the same classes, so her estimate of his homework was likely very accurate. He would get it done later - he usually did - but he was already feeling overwhelmed and welcomed any distraction. He reaches out, gesturing for her to let him carry something for her. 

“So thoughtful of you to ask!” Alecto replied with a jubilant smile as she unceremoniously thrust the basket into his waiting hands. As ragtag companions go, his company was among that she would mind the least - a fellow Slytherin, with a pleasant enough presence and an apparent willingness to carry things at her discretion. Now that her hands were free, she took hold of his elbow to steer him in the direction of the spot she’d predetermined for their little promenade. “I’m sure you’ll approve of the place I’ve got in mind - shady and secluded, where we might escape the attentions of… well, everybody else. So they can’t bother us.”

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“Won’t you join me?” Pale hands tightly gripped the handle of a heavy-laden basket, the wicker weaving subdued red marks into her skin. No one ever mentioned just how tiresome an affair it was, going on a picnic; between clinking bottles of Superior Red, obscenely expensive cheeses, and jams and cream for spreading on scones, the basket proved rather heavy.

It’d been Amycus’ idea: spend this year immersing themselves among their peers, pretend to be your typical teenage mages so as to avert suspicion and throw everyone off their scent. Logically, it was a sound plan, but that didn’t make the execution any more pleasant. Still, she plastered on a friendly smile.

“I’ve got wine – real wine, not the kind transfigured from vinegar by sixth years. I presume you have just as much homework to ignore as I do.”

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did i just see ALECTO CARROW walking through the corridors? it must be her… though i could’ve sworn the pureblood fifth year told me to look for her in the slytherin common room! i must’ve been mistaken, since sometimes she gets confused for madelaine petsch. she reminds me of berries encased in frost, snow sizzling as blood seeps through it, the smell of a bonfire masked by perfume, a cracked mirror framed with gold, pale hands wrapped around a teacup. some people describe her as ambitious & self-assured, though i’ve heard she can be pretty conniving & vicious, too. here’s hoping she has a great term, either way!

something of a recluse, if only because she finds the presence of nearly anyone but her brother insufferable, alecto weaves her way through the halls of hogwarts, a warning beacon, a lighthouse upon jagged rocks. stay back, the shine declares. it isn’t safe.

they never seem to listen.

her skin has never shied away from the blade, her palms never withered as they cried crimson into her cauldron; blood magic, amycus says, shakes his head. they’ll have your head for that. who are they?

she doesn’t fear them, doesn’t fear anyone. her willingness to cross lines most wouldn’t even draw near, pour from her own life into her craft makes her feel invincible, untouchable. only amycus knows, anyway. only amycus can be trusted.

in class, she excels; outside of it, she remains severe and unyielding, watching the world from behind a steely veneer. how do they do it? she’s bewildered.how do they entwine themselves around one another so closely; how do they soften and open themselves to people they weren’t born grasping the heels of?

she’ll never know; she’s resigned to that truth. it will be her and amycus. together they were born and together they will die. she would have it no other way.

[ hellooo, my name is angel & i love writing evil and unhinged women! i’m 25 & in the EST timezone. very much looking forward to writing with all of you!]

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