𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡

𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 • •   i want to marry the cliff’s edge –  • • 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. — 𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 — •     i want to jump anyway     •

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“  I feel we have earned a second holiday just for dealing with that actual holiday, “   alecto mused,  chin cupped on the heel of her palm. it was nice in the library.   a rare sunny day that warmed the room through the windows   ---   even if the glass was cold to the touch,  and there was stubborn ice clinging to the ground outside.   the evening’s light wasn’t kind to her.   she was visibly tired,  her hair in an uncharacteristic disarray.   “ at the very least,  I deserve  ...   a nap. “

[furiious]

narcissuh‌:

                      ❛      i hate to be critical     ,    ❜     she mused     ,    loving the idea of being critical     .     ❛     but the only idea you had was to steal someone else’s and then kill them after     .    ❜

                 “ oh,  but I’d never want you to do something you hate, “    alecto said, settling in to weave nimble fingers in a small braid.   “ I’m a firm believer in always being kind. “   she was not,  that.   “ and it wouldn’t be kind of me to let you be critical. especially when there’s just no need. “ 

[furiious]

narcissuh‌:

                       ❛      i wouldn’t say your idea is hopeless     ,    ❜     she mused, playing absently with a lock of hair, eyebrows furrowed in thought     .     ❛     but we both know you’re absolutely fooling yourself if you think it’s anywhere near brilliance     .     ❜

                  “ you think so? “  alecto asked,  her tone even and calm as she toyed with a curl of her own   ---  debated braiding the piece just for effect.   “ because I never think I’m fooling myself. not really in the habit of that kind of thing. what about my idea doesn’t read brilliant to you? “

[furiious]

jmespottuh‌:

       as alecto turned at the sound of his voice, james couldn’t help but quirk a brow and toss his gaze up and down in question. her excuse told one story, but her choice in outfit told another. he was used to that of course — being lied to now that he seemed to resemble something along the lines of authority. ( he fucking hated this part. ) stepping into the classroom, james stuffed his hands into his pockets and gave a small shrug.  ❛ well to catch you up, it’s half past eleven and you should be well asleep by now. i’m not sure if you know, but there’s this little thing called curfew, and it was two hours ago now. ❜  james understood what alecto was doing — she was good at weaving a story, a play of innocence. it had taken him a few years to learn it, but there was much more to alecto carrow than meets the eye. a small chuckle left his lips as he came to a stop near the desk she sat by.  ❛ wise words there, carrow. is that what you were doing up here? pondering the state of the universe? or should i be smelling for smoke? ❜

         she settled more comfortably against her chosen desk, the stark chill of the wood through her pajamas almost grounding. she was settling in for the long haul of this conversation   ---   her eyes took in james’ movements and figured she had every right, if he was doing the same.  “ half past eleven! “  her words were a soft exclamation, subdued shock that was almost truthful. so early? why, if she turned tail right now to obediently follow the rules as given by the head boy   ( what an important title that was, worth obediently following, of course )   she might still call it an early night. her standards for early had considerably shifted this year; not that she’d share this with james.  it might earn her some sympathy, or it might not, and she wasn’t one for gambling with honesty if she wasn’t assured a winning hand.  “ honestly, I didn’t know the time. maybe I should start wearing my watch with some regularity. but I just never thought I had a wrist for watches. what do you think? “  she held out her arm and shook her bare wrist lazily in james’ direction, her lack of remorse fully transparent at this point. she cracked a smile as she let her arm drift down, a little.  “ neither of those options, if you can believe it   ---   and, hey, feel free to sniff away if you don’t. “ 

[furiious]

frcnklcngbottom‌:

a chuckle slipped from his lips at her quick agreement, “were you going to stay at the castle for the holidays?”

“ hm. “  she hummed in a way that could’ve been agreement, weighing what story to give frank.  “  well,  maybe. something about your last year makes it hard to leave this place, despite everything. but it’s considerably less fun when you have to stay. “

[furiious]

loopuhns‌:

      。•  * ☪      ❛    i’m  sorry   ,   you’re  telling  me  that’s  NOT  what  girls  do   ?   ❜    remus  narrowed  his  gaze    ,    hazel  hues  appearing  more  golden  as  he  sneered   .   ❛    daytime  television  has  done  me  wrong   .   ❜    in  retrospect   ,   he  knew  alecto  and  ariel  weren’t  exactly  close    .   not  that  he  would  consider  himself  a  stalker   ,   but  he  had  a  fairly  decent  idea  as  to  who  the  female  carrow  often  spent  her  time  with   .   he  was  observant   .     ❛   i  grew  tired  of  being  underestimated  a  long  time  ago   .   but  if  you  enjoy  it   ,  i’ll  be  sure  to  act  surprised  whenever  you  piece  words  together   .   ❜    shoving  his  hands  into  the  depths  of  his  pockets    ,   he  rolled  his  neck   ,   popping  away  the  tension  as  he  listened  to  her  speak   .   oh   ,   she  had  absolutely  NO  idea   .    ❛   well  that  doesn’t  make  sense   ,  now  does  it   ?    if  we  know  everything   ,   then  why  would  we  disagree   ?   …    unless   ,  of  course   ,   you’re  implying  knowledge  is  subjective  and  opinions  vary             in  which  case    …   shut  up   .   ❜  

               “  not  to  give  credit  to   ...   ‘ daytime  television, ‘  but  I’m  sure  some  girls  get  together  to  braid  each  others’  hair  and  compare  nemeses.   but,  tragically   ---   as  I  could  never  let  someone  else  mess  with  my  hair   ---   I’m  on  the  outside  looking  in  on  that  feminine  ritual. “   despite  a  childhood  spent  longing  for  a  sister,  alecto  wasn’t  exactly  SWIMMING  in  female  friends.  the  stark,  unintentional  truth  of  this  colored  the  last  of  her  words,  and  she  directed  a  sugar - sweet  smile  at  the  gryffindor  to  cover  the  openness.   “ tell  me:  what  should  ‘ daytime  television ‘  have  me  thinking  boys  do? “   her  smile  tilted  into  a  less  saccharine  smirk.   “  because  you  don’t  exactly  have  hair  enough  to  braid. “   her  gaze  snagged  on  the  motion  of  his  neck  and  she  felt,  all  in  a  rush,  that  animal  impulse  to  mirror  others’  actions;  she  titled  her  head  far  to  the  side,  stretching  it  out  if  she  wouldn’t  give  into  a  fully -  copied  roll.   “ I  thank  you  kindly  for  that  future  surprise, “   she  said.   “ though  I  guess  I  can  repay  you  for  it  by   ---   shutting  up?  even  if  for  MY  sake.  thinking  the  words  varying  opinions  and  families  and  disagreements  so  close  together  is  ruining  my  mood. “   

[furiious]

loopuhns‌:    

          。•  * ☪     ❛   have  you  MET  ariel  mackay   ?   ❜   a  faint  shrug  rolled  off  his  shoulders   ,   following  his  words  with  ease   .   to  the  naked  eye    ,   he  didn’t  much  care           but  remus  took  pride  in  his  wiles  and  he  didn’t  necessarily  like  it  when  they  didn’t  work   .   having  said  that   ,   it  made  sense  that  he  could  think  like  a  carrow   (  or  any  pureblood   ,  really   )   as  he   ,   too  ,   thought  often  about  his  reputation   .   but  the  differences  were  staggering   .   his  was  less  about  vanity  and  more  about  survival   .   he  NEEDED  to  be  careful    ,    they  only  WANTED  to  be   .      ❛   you  act  surprised   !   as  if  i’m  not  right  most  of  the  time   !    ❜     he  paused   ,   smirk  evident  as  he  leaned  back   .     ❛    while  i've  got  some  harsh  things  to  say  about  my  family   ,   if  i  was  gifted  anything  from  them   ,   save  for  my  otherworldly  good  looks   ,   it  would  be  my  astounding  habit  of  knowing  everything   .   ❜  

                    “ MET  her,  sure, “  alecto  said  with  a  flippant  toss  of  her  hand.  “ but  we  don’t  exactly  sit  around,  braiding  each  others’  hair  and  comparing  nemeses. “   she  wondered  if  maybe  that  was  a  failing  on  her  part   ---   alecto  collected  people  who  seemed  to  like  her  and  had  kind  things  to  say  to  her  face,   but  one  could  never  have  too  many  people  you  could  bitch  with;   and  there  was  something  funny,  ALMOST,  about  the  idea  of  hearing  the  slytherin  bitch  about  her  fellow  blond.   “ you  don’t  like  the  surprise?  being  right  is  always  more  fun  when  you  get  to  shock  people  with  it   ---   at  least  in  my  opinion. “   she  actually  hated  the  surprise;  outside  of  the  castle  walls,  the  expectation  was  rarely  for  her  to  wow  everyone  with  her  wits,  her  accuracy.  it  was  a  lie   (  that  remus  need  not  know  about  ).  her  bravado  was  hollow  in  a  way  easily  covered,  by  smiling  wide  and  teasing.   “ good  looks  aside,  disagreements  in  the  lupin  household  must  be  a  trip,  if  you  all  always  know  everything. “   

[furiious]

frcnklcngbottom‌:

“I’ll take ABERNATHY’ insufferable lessons over the possibility of my mum being HERE for the holidays any day –” he muttered as he had just wrapped up his DADA essay. 

“this is going to be catastrophic –”

“ hear, hear, “  alecto agreed in a flat tone, quill not leaving her parchment as she hurried through her last few sentences.  

" though, if I could somehow spend a holiday without either   ...   there’s the dream. “

[furiious]

doemeadoes‌:

             *      /    ✨   !    meeting   adjourned  but   sunlight   glinting   off   something   just   before   her   next   step   halts   vigilant  ,   closer   inspection   before   tenderly   scooping   from   cold   ground   .   its   engraving   read    AC    and    befitted   only   other   lingering   figure   so   well   that   its   splendid   beauty   must    belong   to   her    ,    right    ?    changed   direction   brings    little   one   beside   alecto   ,   holding   possession   for    observation    .    ❛    please    tell   me   this   is    yours   because    the   alternative   would   be   someone   out   there   going   half   mad    .     ❜    @furiious​          

           “ half  mad? “   alecto  asked,  the  light  and  innocent  lilt  her  voice  took  on  during  meetings   ( after  all,  it  was  much  harder  to  stir  shit  up  when  one  sounded  like  stirring  shit  was  the  intent  ---  )   still  firmly  in  place.  she  spared  a  quick  glance  for  the  item  in  dorcas’  hand  before  glancing  back  at  the  gryffindor  with  amusement  clear  in  her  eyes.   “ why?  half  mad  for  search  of  the  thing,  or  half  mad  for  misuse  of  my  initials? “  she  rocked  her  weight  to  rest  more  fully  on  the  leg  furthest  from  dorcas.   “ because  that’s  not  mine,  but  plenty  of  students  have  those  initials. “

[furiious]

jmespottuh‌:

               sometimes james loved the idea of patrolling the halls late at night as part of his ‘ duties ’  —  other times he HATED it. if he were in a better mood, he would’ve rounded up his boys, thrown them under an invisibility cloak and had some fun. but frankly, without peter to join them, it just wasn’t the same. and knowing that he was alive now, but couldn’t join them ?  well, james thought he had much better things to be doing than this. with a jumper pulled over his slim figure for some semblance of warmth, james was walking quickly through the east halls, ducking his head into every empty classroom — empty, of course, until he found miss alecto carrow hidden at the top of the east tower. sighing with a small level of frustration, james knocked on the door of the classroom she was in, an eyebrow quirked, ready for when she saw him.  ❛ don’t you think it’s a bit late, carrow ?  sleep is invaluable, y’know. ❜

@furiious​

               she turned to james feeling no small degree of annoyance   ---   that she still made pains to keep off her expression. it was directed inward more than outward, but she still chafed at masking it with a dainty hand pressed to a heart that was not remotely racing in surprise.  “ oh! “  alecto exclaimed   ( and wondered if he’d be able to tell she was going through the motions )  before lowering her wand like an afterthought.  “ is it late? I must have just lost track of the time, “  she lied; rather obviously. her pajama-clad form hardly corroborated the image of a girl surprised that her studying bled into the late night. james could call her out or he couldn’t, and alecto didn’t much care. it was her own fault for forgetting that she could get caught, and neglecting to bar the door in some way.  “ sleeping might be ‘ invaluable ‘  --- “  the hand pressed to her chest in a playacted surprise fell, and she knew her tone had slipped from something sweet to something biting, almost without her permission. she bit the inside of her cheek, then soldiered on.  “ --- but then invaluable things seldom make themselves easy to catch. “ 

[furiious]

loopuhns‌:

           。•  * ☪     ❛   PROGRESS  IN  A  WAY   THAT  WOULD  LEAD  YOU  TO  HATE  ME   ?   ❜   remus  nodded  slowly   ,   a  grunt  of  understanding  following  his  words   .   his  features  were  stern   ,    accompanied  only  by  the  impish  spark  in  his  brightened  hues  .   ❛    bold  of  you  to  assume  that  can’t  be  achieved  in  the  next  five  minutes   .   ❜    he  wasn’t  sure  where  he  stood  with  alecto   .   she   ,   like  him   ,    harbored  the  gift  of  confidence        not  necessarily  possessing  self-assurance   ,   but  understanding  that  it  was  necessary  all  the  same   .    she  could  be  the  most  insecure  girl  in  the  world  and  he  wouldn’t  have  the  slightest  idea   .     ❛    think  that  matters    ?   their  feelings  towards  you   ,   their  feelings  towards  your  brother   …   what  about  their  feelings  toward  their  reputation   ?     it  wouldn’t  be  very  HIGH  SOCIETY  of  them  to  desert  their  children  on  Christmas   .   ❜  

                “ exactly, “  she  said  with  a  nod  of  her  own,  looking  at  him  with  silent  challenge  she  had  no  intention  of  backing  up.  even  not  knowing  what  he  would  or  wouldn’t  try  in  the  next  five  minutes,  alecto  had  a  slinking  inclination  that  her  curiosity  towards  him  ran  in  a  way  not  currently  compatible  with  hate.  she  set  the  bottom  of  her  cheek  on  the  flat  of  her  fist,  sly  eyes  blinking  slow.  “ you  ever  make  someone  hate  you  in  just  five  minutes  before? very  impressive. “  she  flicked  her  gaze  off  him  again,  for  a  moment;  any  time  she  got  comfortable  in  their  little  commonalities  some  difference  made  itself  known.  she’d  played  into  this  path  of  conversation   ---   and  still  couldn’t  picture  herself  daring  someone  to  hate  her,  in  defiance  of  an  image  curated  to  be  admired.  “ goodness!  what  a  terrifying  point  you  raise,  remus  lupin,  in  that  I  do  believe  you’re  right.  you  got  into  my  parents’  heads  so  wonderfully,  maybe  you  should  meet  them.  “     

[furiious]

loopuhns‌:

    。•  * ☪     ❛   A  FAMILY  HOLIDAY    ,   ❜   he  tutted   ,     the  edges  of  his  eyes  crinkling  slightly  as  he  read  the  flyer   .     ❛   an  oxymoron  if  i’ve  ever  heard  one    .   ❜    a  light   ,   albeit  breathless  chuckle  decorated  the  silence  as  he  leaned  back  in  his  chair   ,   casually  tossing  the  paper  aside  while  doing  so   .    the  only  thing  that  could  make  it  a  TRUE  holiday  would  be  that  one  pesky  face           the  one  belonging  exclusively  to  peter  pettigrew   .    sure    ,   he  had  james  and  sirius   ,   but  he  was  tired  of  feeling  like  a  piece  of  him  was  missing   .   call  him  selfish   ,   but  he  wanted  the  whole  damn  package   .   why  take  two  gold  pieces  when  you  could  have  three   ?     ❛   so  how’s  about  it   ?   do  i  get  to  meet  your  parents   ?    or  is  it  too  early  in  our  relationship   ?   ❜

         “ I  imagine  I’d  have  to  well  and  truly  DESPISE  someone  to  want  them  to  meet  my  parents, “   alecto  mused.   she  leaned  back  in  her  own  chair,   looking  off  in  the  distance  beyond  the  gryffindor.   “ so  I  suppose  there’s  time  for  our  relationship  to  progress  in  a  way  that  leads  me  to  introductions. “   she  refocused,   gaze  back  on  remus  as  she  cocked  an  eyebrow  and  tried  not  to  picture  the  train - wreck  such  a  meeting  would  be.  it  was  almost  funny;   maybe  she’d  wait  until  she  was  in  dire  need  of  a  laugh.   “ luckily,   there’s  only  a  fifty - fifty  chance  of  them  actually  showing  up.  fingers  crossed  their  feelings  towards  ME  override  their  feelings  towards  my  brother,   and  they  stay  home. “   

[furiious]

loopuhns‌:

。•  * ☪     ❛    while  i  understand  your  reasoning   ,                 i’ve  always  been  a  big  fan  of  skipping  to  the  end   .                                   that  being  said   ,    i’m  a  gentleman  before  all  else   ,           so  i  guess    ….   you  were  mediocre  at  best   .                but  give  it  three  minutes   .                               i  might  ease  into  a  more  appropriate  compliment  .    ❜

             ❛    ah   .   braille   ?    ❜

            “  skipping  to  the  end  is  dastardly.      how  satisfying  would  the  last  page  of  a  book  be                            if  you  didn’t  get  your  hands  on  the  middle  first?                   goodness,  my  opinion  of  you  is  shifting   ---           but,  enough  to  wait  that  three  minutes,                         and  in  the  meantime  admit         it  was  a  nice  surprise.  “

                “  braille  indeed.                            a  braille  translation  of,  like,  greek  or  something.  “

[furiious]

how do you get your hair so soft?

“ perhaps I should start giving absolute rubbish answers to hair questions. ‘ take bi-monthly baths in the black lake. lather it up with butter thrice weekly. ‘ just so no one else’s can be quite as soft. but, real answer: double conditioner. “

[furiious]

if you were stranded on a desert island, which three people from hogwarts would you bring with you?

“  well, I know the goal of these picks should be, you know, getting off the island. but with elladora, mary, and narcissa, it’ll be entertaining while we do. “

[furiious]

[furiious]

loopuhns‌:

。•  * ☪     ❛   worse  surprises   ?                                   perhaps  the  GOOD  category   ?             please    .   STOP   .   i’m  blushing   .      and  to  think   …   i’m  was  about  to  sing  your  praises   .  ❜

 ❛   alecto   ,   come  on   ;                           i’m  an  open  book   .                 the  script  might  be  in  another  language   ,   but  i’m  no  stranger  to  translations   .   ❜

   “  can’t  a  girl  be  coy?                           I  couldn’t  start  off  singing  your  praise             ---     you’ve  got  to  ease  into it,         obviously.  build  to  the  big  compliments.  “

          “  translations  only  get  you  so  far;     no  one’s  a  fully  open  book.                      right?  not  to  bring  the  mood  down,                                but  my  book  might  be  written  in  some            language  even  I  can’t  read.  so,  you  know  ...  “