you don&#x27;t get to tell me about sad

Who: @misscarrow

Where: starts magical area apartment and goes wherever

Fenrir paced the tiny apartment, a splurge of luxury in his otherwise usually frugal life, staring at the offensively expensive stock paper responsible for his current spiral. If his name wasn't printed fully on the invitation, he would have assumed someone had somehow Confunded a mail owl. His thoughts whirled in his head.

Why do I care what they think of me? My dress robes from school aren't that out of date and should take an expansion charm.

Do I even need to go? What would be the point?

A werewolf socializing with the high pure blood society and officials, fuck off.

No,

fuck it,

I'm going and I dare them to have a problem with me.

Scowling he snatched up a quill and parchment piece, hyper aware of the cost difference between the two, and wrote out his desperate plea polite request for a social outing. He watched as his owl soared off to the one person he thought of.

#fenrir 004 #he totally isnt lmaoo

Alecto had been pacing around the Manor, feeling like a caged beast. The voices had been particularly vicious last night. It might be the afternoon, but she was still wearing her short silk nightgown and matching silk robes. Her wandering took her to her father's old room and she stood there, barefoot. She stared at the door intently.

She could set it on fire, she doubted Amycus would care that much anyways. Her hand gripping her wand was itching, begging to do something. Anything.

Fuck this, she thought and was ready to blast it with a reducto spell when her favorite house elf, Poppy, appeared by her side. Her attention snapped towards her, her green eyes welled up with raging tears.

"You got a letter, Missus" the elf said softly and handed her the envelope. The witch opened it and raised her brows at Fenrir's handwritting and request. She glanced from the letter to the door and brushed her angry tears away with the back of her hand. "Fine" she then said. "Reply to him, tell him that I'll find him at Madame Malkin's shop in half an hour" she instructed the elf before storming away and straight to her room. Alecto got dressed quickly, fixed her hair and made sure there were no traces of her tears left before grabbing her purse and apparating away. She landed at the meeting place at the exact hour.

"Now, this was a nice surprise" she smiled brightly, moving to give Fenrir a brief hug.

petrova

#it's nice to have a friend (alecto & beck)#lmaooo

@beckselwyn

A hand reached towards his face and he tensed before leaning towards it. Fenrir hoped she hadn't noticed that particular weakness. She tucked stray strands of hair behind his ear before disappearing. He opened his eyes, unsure when had he closed them, and watched Alecto pull out yet another meal container.

Taking the warm stew from her, Fenrir picked up the spoon to take the first mouthful. "It's fantastic. Gonna have to steal your elves if they cook this good." He teased as he continued eating.

Alecto watched him eat and smiled, pleased with herself. At his comment about stealing her elves, she gave him a playful look. "Now, I am quite useless without them, you can't just steal them" she grinned. "Maybe I can have them extra food for you" she hummed softly.

beckselwyn

"well, i would hate to go find out. you're my one and only, carrow," he grinned as he got comfortable in the chair. there really was no one else and a search party to find another translator would put him a week behind on the records. that was time that he didn't have, not when the hospital shifts blended so carelessly into each other that he didn't know one day from another. he leaned over to prepare his tea and shot her a quiet, simmering grin. "besides going through my parents belongings and trying to sell and keep as much as possible? nothing new. the hospital is the same, if not, seeing more incredulous cases. and you? please tell me you have something more exciting."

"your one and only, huh? i bet you tell all your girls that" her expression softened. "you won't find out anyone, by the way, i am the best" she pointed out knowingly. alecto had been learning languages since she was a kid. alecto sipped her tea and listened to him attentively. "do you need help with any of that?" she asked softly. "me? oh, you know... not much ever goes in my front. i work, i hang out with amycus, do stuff for the dark lord... lately i've been spending time with ludo and fenrir" she shrugged as if it weren't a big deal spending time with a werewolf. "been thinking about moving to london, the family home... it's too big..." and it was driving her absolutely insane, too many awful memories, too many nightmares and voices.

#beck 001

lordlestrange

"Alecto," he greets with a slight incline of his head. One hand hovers in the air, slowly tracing the contours of a potentially cursed artifact that looks older than his grandparents, while the other rests casually on his hip.

He steps closer, the faint scent of old paper and expensive cologne following him. "Picking up anything of... interest?" he questions, his dark green eyes dropping to linger on the piece of parchment she just set down on the counter.

Rodolphus Lestrange was a peculiar man, but not necessarily in a bad way. The Dark Lord favored him over others and she certainly liked him better than someone like Lucius Malfoy. Her father never said anything substantial of the Lestranges, other than their pretentiousness or whatever. If anything, her father not being too fond of them made Alecto looked at them with a positive lens.

"Some manuscripts" she responded. "That require my translation" she then added, not sure if he was aware that she was a translator. It had been a special request from the Dark Lord himself, and Rodolphus would confirm that by recognizing their Master's handwriting on the parchment. "What about you?" She asked curiously.

#rodolphus 001

He hummed in agreement. A flicker of excitement to hang out with his friend was igniting in his heart. Genuinely relaxing with friends wasn't something he'd done since Hogwarts, just before his world had crumbled the first time he woke up after a full moon with his own blood under his claws.

"I am. . ." He wasn't sure why he hesitated. It wasn't like this fiery witch hadn't already heard some of the things he kept locked away inside. "I fucking hurt. Dumbass teen wolf tried to do something stupid and had to break up a fight. I just want to sleep, but I'm starving, but also the idea of chewing," Fenrir threw a mock disgusted look at her.

Alecto mirrored his grin. She could see herself on him, at least some part of hers. A deeply hurt and misunderstood creature who struggled to make meaningful connections ith others. She was glad to be his friend.

She listened and almost made a joke about her feeling that way whenever she was on her period, but she didn't now if he would appreciate that. Hesitantly, she pushed two strings of his hair away from his face, her touch was gentle and tender. "That sounds like a nightmare" she said sympathetically before grabbing her purse and looked inside.

"Aha... here you are..." she said, taking outa container. "Here's some stew my elves made" she offered as she opened it and, quite frankly, it smelled delicious. She tapped it with her wand to heat it and then passed it to him. "Here... eat" she instructed, passing him a spoon as well.

lvdobagmans

The witch was peculiar in a way Ludo had yet to find the right word for, she was smart and flirtatious, but she was also dangerous and inscrutable. She caught his attention long ago and ever since, he'd been drawn back to her. He knew better, of course he did, but the wizard played by his own book and he liked nothing better than playing the odds.

His dark gaze on hers, Ludo took a sip of his drink before replying to her question with one of his own. "Why don't you tell me that yourself? Both things," he instructed, "what good can come out of you being here?" The first question posed, the boy paused, running his tongue through his lips. "And what is it, you think, has me chasing after you?"

Her relationship with Ludo had been an unexpected one, and most certainly, she never thought it would last this long. They weren't together, of course not, but they had been playing this cat and mouse game for too long. Now, she couldn't imagine the game ever ending. He was charming and always kept her on her feet, which was a good thing for someone who got bored too easily.

Alecto looked at him with an amused expression. "You want me to do the job here?" She asked, raising a brow. "I couldn't even begin to guess what happens in that brain of yours, darling" she hummed softly. "I stopped trying to understand men a long time ago" she smiked, waving her hand slowly. "So you tell me" she said instead.

#ludo 001

beckselwyn

It had been months and he knew that walking into her office would be a nail and hammer conversation, but they were familiar with each other that he could take whatever she gave. "So I did come to the right place after all," he said, nodding towards the medical notes. He let his eyes look over the office, seeing if he recognized anything on her desk or on her walls. "It's been at least two months. I think you keep your expectations too high." Beck smiled as he dropped himself down into the chair across from her desk. "Just Black tea if you have it."

"Of course you did. Who else is going to do a high quality job?" Sure, there were many translators out there, many of them really good, but she was better. Or at least that was her opinion, which was all that mattered to her anyways. She gave him a look when he said about her keeping her expectations too high. "You are not doing yourself a favor, you know that, right?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

Alecto took her wand and gave the tea pot nearby the window a gentle tap. She summoned two cups and the tea herbs. "Help yourself" she said, referring the tea, as she took some chamomille for herself. "So... two months is a long time, what have you been up to?"

#beck 001

lordlestrange

Who: open Where: Borgin & Burkes

The air inside Borgin and Burkes tasted faintly of dirt and copper, an entirely unsurprising combination in his eyes.

Rodolphus stood near the back of the shop, his eyes roaming over the curated selection of dark artifacts on display. He was not exactly looking for something specific today. Instead, he had decided it might be interesting to simply browse the darker shops that Knockturn Alley had to offer. Who knew, maybe he would come back with an interesting artifact for Lestrange Manor.

A floorboard creaked near the entrance.

Rodolphus didn't turn around. He simply watched the reflection in a tarnished mirror on the shelf in front of him, waiting with a detached patience to see who else had stepped out of the bright May sun and into the shop.

#rodolphus 001 #hope this is okay!

Alecto walked into the store, she needed to pick up an order she placed a couple of days ago, some manuscripts that needed to be translated. She had been having a couple of hard days, so she was tired and slightly irritated.

There weren't too many people inside. She walked straight to the empty counter and placed a piece of parchment on the table. "There's an order for Carrow" she said softly and the man disappeared back into the storage to pick it up. Alecto sighed and looked around until she recognized a familiar face.

"Hello, Rod" she said with a soft smile.

They rounded the last small cutback to the river and entered into a cozy little clearing. His breath came easier to him, turning his face up to the sun. "Alps? Very nice. I'll have to owl you. How much of a heads up do ya need?" Transfiguring a blanket, Fenrir carefully sat himself down and patted the space next to him.

"Thank you for coming out here with me, Alecto."

"It's been a very long time though" she hadn't gone to the mountains in a while. Her father was still alive and she wasn't as broken as she was now. They finally reached to the clearing and she inhaled slowly as she took it in. "Please do, I'd love some company" she said and she meant it. Her family home was too big, too many ghosts playing mind tricks on her. "Not much, really, maybe the day before?" She wondered.

The red head took a seat on the blanket and sighed contenly. It was a lovely place. At his next words, she turned to face him with a warm smile. "Thank you for letting me join you" she said softly. "I can only imagine how tired you must be" she then added.

lvdobagmans

His gaze followed the way her finger pointed, trying to picture a younger version of the witch on her first date and wondering if she'd been shy back then or if she'd always been feisty. His eyes returned to her quickly enough, drawn to her words and prompting one corner of his lip to turn upwards in reaction. "Yet here you are," the wizard pointed out, his posture remained nonchalant, glass in hand still adding some distance between them. His tone was heavy in turn, charged with intent. "Something good might still come out from your presence at this place," he finally offered, letting his words linger in the space between them.

Ludo did hear her but decided not to give into such a simple taunt, not yet at least. He chose to focus on her latest question, a brow raising as his dark eyes levelled with hers. "Your hair's got nothing to do with me chasing after you."

She had gone out with a cute Ravenclaw boy who was a year older than her. He had been very sweet, and it had been a lovely first date and a lovely first kiss. Now there was nothing about her life that was lovely. There were no traces of that girl anymore, her father had shattered her so many times that she lost count and now, she just felt utterly broken. Not that Ludo - or anyone - had to know that. "Like I said, I was feeling nostalgic" she said dismissively. The red head looked at him and tilted her head to the side. "And what is that, darling?" She asked curiously.

Alecto smiled slightly at his response. "It's a shame, I do have a wonderful hair" she teased playfully. There was so much more hidden beneath his words. She knew him well enough to know what he was after. What everyone was after when it came to her. "But if it's not my hair, then what is it?" She asked oh, so innocently. It was easy to fall into the flirtatious game, and he was a great player, as much as it pained her to admit it.

#ludo 001

beckselwyn

location: alecto's office closed: @misscarrow

Beck stared at the brass letters on the door. He was definitely in the right place, but seeing Alecto in her actual workspace felt entirely different than meeting up after hours when their real lives couldn't touch them. He knocked once, pushing the door open, the tension leaving his shoulders the second he saw them.

"I would've sent an owl," Beck said, a slow grin taking over as he stepped inside and shut the heavy door behind him. "But I’d rather see the look on your face."

He pulled the papers from his jacket, holding them up like a peace offering. "I have some medical records that need to be transcribed. And, well, you happen to be the best translator I know." He caught Alecto's eye, his smile softening. "Plus, it's been way too long."

Alecto had turned this rather modest office into a sanctuary of hers. She had some plants, crystals, works of art, her record player, and books... so many books. Her cat, Lilith, was purring on her lap as she wrote down a letter. Smooth music was playing, but the knocks on the door were loud and clear.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Beck walking in. Alecto blinked slowly, looking at the medical records he needed to be translated. She extended her perfectly manicured hand and took the parchment. "Ah, italian... è passato un po' di tempo" it's been a while, she hummed softly, her eyes moving back to her friend.

"So let me get this straight, you don't see me in months and then want to see the look on my face when you come to me with work?" She rose a brow. "Why is it that I never expect anything from men and yet, they still manage to disappoint?" She wondered. However, a hint of a smile did cross her lips.

"Sit" she instructed. "Tea?"

#beck 001

absolutelyiris

Daisy [Jones] is complicated. I didn’t identify with Daisy’s desire to sing and write songs, because that’s something I had never done. What I connected with was Daisy’s artistry and how she felt, not being taken seriously as a young woman.

#fc

emmsvanity

"Well you were always strong." She didn't like whiney or weak girls, didn't see anything in common with them, so she was glad that Alecto wasn't the sensitive sort. "I don't think he would either. It seems to me that he would take what you want into account, more so than the average parent would." Emma did think it a bit odd how close the two of them were, but she kept that to herself. Being an only child she couldn't understand a close sibling bond.

Alecto offered Emma a smile before shrugging her shoulders. "It is what it is, there's no point in complaining about those things you cannot change, you know?" She said simply. She nodded her head slowly and smiled slightly.

"Yeah, he's a great brother", Alecto knew Amycus would never force her to do anything she didn't want to, and she loved him for that. She knew she got lucky with him. Her brother might look physically just like their father, which could be terrifying, but that was just it, he couldn't be any more different than the old man. He was kind, and sweet, and patient (at least with her). He worried, and he has never hurt her in any way, quite the opposite, actually.

#alecto&emma001

Her laughter rang out, surprising him and the chatter of small animals around them. A smile settled on his face with the sincerity from his . . . friend.

"Languages and a green thumb. A many skilled witch," Fenrir paused, "I'd like to see that, if you'll have me."

He was trying to feign indifference if she was making a "polite invite" that wasn't really an invitation. He hadn't had a true friend that wasn't pack in years and, of course, that didn't bother him at all. Now how to actually feel that way without whiskey and blood burying his heart.

"And you haven't seen the tricks I have under my sleeve yet" she winked at him playfully. Alecto had been a very accomplished student, she devoured her books and her relentless curiosity used to take her to crazy places. She became a good asset to the Dark Lord, not only because of her linguistic skills, but because she was a skilled duellist as well.

The red head smiled at him. "I would love that" she said and she genuinely meant it. Alecto liked Fenrir, he was good company and she liked being around him, he brought her a sense of ease that not many people did. "Just let me know when you are available" she then added with a smile.