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Who: Lucinda & open Where: Diagon Alley When: February 15th 1980

It was the day before the big Valentine’s Day events that had been planned throughout the Diagon Alley. Not just the Diagon Alley but also the Knockturn Alley joined in on the ‘fun’. Fun to many perhaps but Lucinda was one of the people who were happy that the actual Valentine’s Day was over. The fluffy couples who had been out for dinner to get some food on this special day. And they had definitely not slowed down on the PDA.

Now there was still this day to survive.

Lucinda had tried to make her way to the Broomstix without bumping into the people who were preparing the decorations already but she was failing miserably. One of the neighbouring stores was blocking the entrance to the Broomstix store and it was annoying her majorly.

“You would think that with all the magic around here that it is a lot easier to decorate on the early morning instead of the day before by hand, right?”

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Alecto lived and breathed annoyance as her lifeblood and didn’t seem to ever care to let someone think she was anything but annoyed. The entire presence of Valentine’s festivities wasn’t something she’d ever enjoyed, perhaps because her life hadn’t led her to any kind of relationship or attachment in any way outside of her brother — whom she hadn’t seen in long enough that it didn’t really matter; he might have his own little poppet to dally with and she’d really rather not know — and that was far, far, FAR from romantic, so the holiday was a bust for her.

As couples had bustled about the day before, she had been there to watch and observe and take mental notes on just what made each of them tick.k The attachments they built were as much a weakness as they were fun for them, and if she could use that to her advantage than why waste time lamenting over what she didn’t have.

Alecto had wandered up to stand alongside Lucinda as she spoke, having decided to try to catch a few more flies (so to speak) during the preparations for the rest of the ‘Holiday’ in the wee hours before anything really started to percolate; instead, she’d found herself meandering and now standing alongside the brunette with her lips pursed idly, “Does anyone ever do anything the easy way around here? The effort is all some of them have.”

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A positive — though he would use the word loosely — to this day were the sales. And though Horace would purse his lips at the fact Tilden was contributing to a competitor, the Mulpeppers don’t tend to pry when Tilden requests something unusual and potentially dangerous. As much as Tilden adores Horace, there are certain details he quickly learned to hide from the professor, and hide well. 

It should have been simple: duck inside, quick nod to Mrs. Mulpepper before grabbing the few ingredients that managed to pop in mind, and then maybe — maybe return home. All today brought him was nothing in his search for answers, and maybe he was indeed too hopeful to some inkling of information would fall into his lap.

But today continued to prove he would receive nothing that he wanted. 

It wasn’t the person slamming into him that took his breath away; it was the audacity to demand he pay for something that, in the end, was nobody’s true fault. And anger flickered in narrowed eyes and thinned lips. One breath, two, and he licked his lips before bending to retrieve the fallen ingredients. 

“I’ll just pick this up for you.”

Audacity could easily be Alecto’s middle name. She was fire and brimstone tucked into a petite package of dark hair and darker thoughts, and as much as she tried desperately to keep up the appearance of a woman who would definitely not fry you in the streets and use your insides in some kind of new alchemical concoction, the lines sometimes blurred and the crow peeked through.

“I love shards of glass dripping with the ingredients I paid for you. You truly shouldn’t have.” Alecto cooed, the venom on her breath was palpable but she was still keeping up a modicum of decorum; a bat of her lashes and she regarded Tilden with an even look -- familiarity, perhaps? Some glimmer of recognition flickers in her dark eyes.

Loss hung from Tilden’s body like a blanket, and though she was desperate to hurt him (or really anyone at this point) she merely offered a small smile that didn’t get close to reaching her eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see who it was. Of course, let me just...”

Dropping down, she scooped the glass up and tucked it into a pouch -- what had been left by Tilden was taken by her, and perhaps even a touch of his essence upon a broken shard would be afforded to her when she checked later -- before glancing up at him and pursing her lips, “It’s a rough day.”

Would he buy that she was just upset that it was Valentine’s Day and she was alone? Would she get something out of this other than annoyance from both parties and galleons worth of ingredients slithering their way slowly towards a grate in the street?

If she played her cards right, maybe.

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WHO: Alecto & OPEN WHERE: Mulpeppers Apothecary WHEN: February 16th, mid-afternoon

Generally speaking, Alecto wouldn’t be caught dead out in an event like the Valentine’s Day Celebration being held in the Alley, but she’d run out of a few key ingredients and had backorders for particular tonics that were driving her up the wall -- she did so hate to leave a task undone -- and so she’d ventured headstrong and cocksure into the Apothecary. Dodging the madmen who thought it wise to hit on her and the ones bogged down by potions they were sure would give them the virility to keep up with their purported partners, she managed to snag the parcels she needed and get out the door before ramming right into someone.

A few vials fell from her fingertips and ingredients spilled across the cobbles like a whisper after a screech of shattered glass -- frog spawn and something far more sinister mixed and made their way down between the set stones -- and she let her temper flare up before she could stop herself, “I really do hope you plan to pay for and replace everything I have just dropped.”

She hadn’t bothered to find the gaze of the person across from her, and knowing Alecto it wouldn’t have mattered if she had: the response would have been the same.

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Rabastan Lestrange & Alecto Carrow

it’s not romance, it’s survival. (feat. @strangerthanfiction )

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WHO: @slytherdaddy& Alecto

WHEN: February 2, 1980

WHERE: Malfoy Manner

Going out of her way to visit the Manor wasn’t exactly in Alecto’s wheelhouse -- it felt wholly like an idea for someone with less to do than she and also as if she were being summoned by her betters, a thought which she hated -- but for the purpose of today’s venture she did make her way up to the front of the Manor and rap her knuckles soundly against the heavy wood.

The truth was, if she hadn’t had such a relationship with Lucius as to make it important to go anywhere, she’d have probably stayed home today. It felt as if everyone had been given some kind of job to do -- likely even her brother, if only in secret and never letting his beloved sister in on the ruse -- but she had been left to meander about and keep up appearances, so to speak. 

An arm clutched with a parcel, a few phials of liquid tucked away in magicked cloth and kept close to her person so as to not be stolen or broken, it left a single hand to once again knock on the door. She wouldn’t put it past Lucius to make her wait there on the doorstep like someone of lesser blood than she -- not because he detested her any more than he likely hated others, but just because Lucius genuinely seemed to love to flaunt himself regardless of the situation.

Fingers moved across the fabric, deciding to not knock again and instead, count over the bottles of potions she’d managed to make today; an odd assortment by Lucius’ own order one, in particular, a common one he ordered from her but generally not at random and usually she knew what it was meant for. Today she was at a loss as to why he needed the specific concoctions, so close to what was meant to be happening and with both of them left in the lurch so to speak as far as something to do goes.

... she wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouse, however, and instead chose to go full tilt into making whatever it was that Lucius would need; whatever that meant.

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WHO: @strangerthanfiction & Alecto

WHEN: February 1, 1980

WHERE: A park in Manchester

The whole of Alecto’s being generally revolved around trying to find the clearest path between what she wanted and where she was. Her brother generally got every single leg-up and she was forced to play the semi-airheaded socialite; she was meant to worry after her robes and her status more than the things she truly gave a shit about. It led to a lot of discomfort in her, and generally when she was uncomfortable for too long she exploded outward and didn’t care who got caught in the cross-fire.

It had been harder as a child -- to sit in Amycus’ shadow and be overlooked even though her accomplishments were just as glorious -- and to be treated with kid-gloves when in reality her stomach might be more steel than any of those around her. Murder was a fanciful thought in her head that sometimes provided opportunity, and became easier even when she learned to dabble in alchemy.

The one part of her childhood that had made it bearable was first meeting the Lestrange’s -- sitting across from a moody boy barely her junior and noticing the same fire in his eyes she had in her own in regards to an older sibling -- and kindling within him the same joie de vivre, or at least for snuffing it out, that she had found solace in. 

To be overlooked was a nightmare, but to find ways to use that to your advantage was entirely different.

Rabastan had become more than just her dearest confidante. In truth, if the world were to burn to smoldering ashes because of their Dark Lord or otherwise -- she was sure she’d survive, it is what she did -- she would only feel loss over Rabastan, truly. Her brother she would miss, and be mostly upset that someone else had taken him out, and the world itself was nary a thought in the back of her mind... but they’d found solace in each other. Love was a strong term, and not one Alecto would use, but still he measured up to something akin to.

As she settled on the mottled wood of the park bench with her hands delicately across her lap, wearing robes so dark a shade of green they looked more black, she thought back on her childhood and how -- more so than her own brother even -- Rab had been family.

Why meet him here, of all places? On this day? He had big things in his future, this she knew, and she wanted to make sure he had proper support. Perhaps he was not so much wanting of the approval or even needing it, but Alecto did not want him to perish -- especially not so soon -- and so she’d do what she could.

A rustling nearby draws her eyes from a parcel in her lap and she glances sidelong to see nothing; Antonin really did keep a chokehold on the Manchester area... as much as she’d hoped to stumble across an unwitting victim in her time waiting for Rab, she sat idle instead.

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Who: Lucinda & OPEN

When: February 3, 1980

Where: Leaky Cauldron, London

Lucinda flipped through the pages of the Prophet with a lackadaisical air, skimming the more gruesome parts, lingering on the sports pages. She found it easier to largely ignore the gritty details of what was happening in the world – the realities of the curse, the civil war that was brewing. Important to know, but unnecessary to focus on, particularly a woman in her situation. Playing her role from a distance and working in the shadows fit her fine … for now. Lay the foundation, garner the trust, and ultimately end up on top. She considered herself no monster, as the Prophet certainly called some hooded figures in her ranks. Opportunity came knocking in strange ways, and who was she to let it simply slip away?

That night, at the Leaky Cauldron, had been a bit of business, bit of pleasure. Spending all of her time in Wales, there weren’t many integral to the war hanging around Cardiff. The infamous bar provided a far better hub for information, and it just so happened to be a weekend that Lucinda had off, so why not hit two birds with one stone? Lucinda had settled at the bar for the evening, sipping on some whiskey, glancing at the door every time she heard the little bell ring. She had thought it would be fruitful, a weekend at the Leaky Cauldron, but she merely found herself disappointed in the lack of interesting people. The most interaction she had was witches and wizards congratulating her on an excellent match the other night, maybe even looking for something more from her, something that she always appreciated, but nothing that could actually help her deliver to the people who were counting on her. 

However, as the prospects grew dimmer, perhaps that night would be no business after all. Lucinda gave a rather disappointed sigh, propping herself on the bar with her hand at her neck, rubbing at the sore spot from her last Quidditch match. Maybe it was finishing off her second whiskey, or maybe it was just the boredom that was seeping in, but spying a patron sitting down a few seats from her seemed like the perfect way to spend her time. Fingers shaking her blonde hair loose, Lucinda left the Prophet behind and instead turned toward the individual beside her, hoping that she wouldn’t regret starting a conversation – but, at least, anything was better than just sitting there like an idiot. “Want something?” Lucinda’s singsongy voice poised the question, her smile hoping to coax the person into biting. “Drinking alone’s no fun. Trust me – I know.”

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It had been through a trip to Knockturn Alley -- a stop the Spiny Serpent; she did so like to keep an eye on them and quietly eschew the nature of her life as a socialite -- that Alecto had finally found herself meandering through the Leaky Cauldron. It was unclear whether she was there for any particular reason, or merely trying to play a sort of pretty bait to trouble that might call.

Her hood, pulled deep across her brow even after night had come across the horizon in orange tones, was of a emerald so deep it bordered on black and she had settled into a seat long before it was swept back to expose her features and ebon hair to the world at large.

Truth be told, Alecto rarely settled in at places like the Leaky Cauldron for long, usually because there was little fun to be found and any kind of public uproar would be bad for business, so to speak, but she still perched her chin against her upturned palm in an almost lazy gesture (something the Carrow twin was known little for in reality, but put on an air of in the end.) The prospect of fun was slim in the offing, but as the sun would set so would people’s inhibitions and in that, she might find something of merit.

Lucinda’s voice at her back -- not to her, of course, but to another -- made the corner of her mouth tug into a facsimile of a grin, and she turned in her chair to look over at the blonde and offer, almost too softly for a woman whose eyes spoke only of t o r t u r e and mayhem, “I could not agree more, but I don’t know why you should buy him a drink when you could just as easily join me.”

It was not within her wheelhouse, generally speaking, to make polite conversation. Lucinda existed as an anomaly -- a bright spot in their dark world that Alecto wasn’t fond of seeing lit up -- but still she often dealt in information and if anything could come across and sate the youngest Carrow it would likely be a touch of gossip, as petty as it might seem.

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Headcanon #3

There’s murder in her past, well before she fell in with the Death Eaters, and it was kept under wraps by her parents because of the timing and the method; Alecto is no stranger to killing, and definitely no stranger to getting away with it.

Amycus was adamant about protecting her at that point, not caring whether it was in malice or on accident, and that was when she decided to hate him a little less and became protective of him in turn.

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