#alecto 001.

[evienott]

Flipping through the latest edition of Witch Weekly she’d picked up during the trip to Hogsmeade, Evie glanced over at Alecto. Her back was pressed to a column, sitting on the floor and turning the page idly. “I love you,” she hummed, popping a piece of Drooble’s into her mouth. “But please stop with the detention talk. It’s only for, what, six weeks?” That wasn’t short by any definition but it could be way worse. Besides, it was an unforgivable curse and not having been expelled was better than Evie would have expected. Normally she avoided these topics with Alecto, as much as possible given their own slightly different political viewpoints, but this wasn’t so avoidable.

Still, Evie tried. Blowing a bubble and swiftly popping it, she moved over to show Alecto the magazine. “That dress is so pretty, oh my god. I would die for it.” It was easier to keep her friends when they didn’t get into deep topics like this. “Or maybe I just like the model it’s on. I don’t know, she’s cute.” Almost reminded her of Hestia, in a way. She really should try to talk to her again. 

@lectscarrow​

[narcisscblck]

DATE: july 19th, 3:15 PM LOCATION: black family manor STATUS: closed to @alvctocvrrow

It’s not every day that Narcissa invites guests over into her sacred family home. It’s even rarer given that its purpose is not a dinner party or gala -- rather a social call. Or as social as it could get. You see, Narcissa doesn’t just make social calls for the sake of being friendly, she does so because she wants something, and the extended hand out to Alecto Carrow is nothing different. 

Though she does find Alecto to be akin to another sister, it does not excuse the fact that Narcissa sees an opportunity in the witch, an opportunity that can save her family’s reputation. You see, with Andromeda’s uneasiness at being investigated by the Ministry, Narcissa has seen a change within her. She’s more on edge, hesitant to make decisions, and a lot more temperamental. She loves her older sister, but one wrong move by Andromeda can let their family slip into shame. 

It’s not secret that the Black family are purists, but to be blatantly and publicly aligned with an extremist terrorist group is another thing. And so Narcissa devised a plan in order to use the Ministry’s suspicion to her advantage. After all, if Bellatrix Lestrange was a Death Eater, she would never, ever let her dear sister Andromeda in harms way. 

She walked alongside Alecto, escorting her into her own private drawing room which had been set up for tea.  ‘ Thank you for joining me on such short notice. I know you must be busy with work. ’  Narcissa once rolled her eyes at the thought of the Carrow daughter having a career, but now it’s clear to her that it can be useful to have an obliviator you trust. 

[cxrrowiisms]

@ofcxrrows​

He wasn’t a stranger to people having complaints, but he was far from helpful. When it came to anyone speaking against his own twin; Amycus had quite a load of tricks up his sleeve. “Someone keeps saying he wants Alecto fired--I don’t think he realizes she’s--” The waitress didn’t finish, having Amycus wave her away. “Thank you, love, I can handle it. Don’t let Alecto hear of it, I’d rather handle it myself.”

Amycus shined a grin, and it shifted to look predatory as he stood up from the piano. His hand took ahold of an eight-ball as he threw it up to the air and caught it playfully. “Oh, sister darling,” Amycus cooed, his free hand reaching to grasp the man in question by the ear to force his head against the bar. “I found an early Christmas present for you, but don’t worry, I’m not going to be an awful brother and deny you your usual gifts.” He winked, looking down at the man who struggled under his hand.

“He’s been asking for your removal. Quite the joke, don’t you think?” He caught the eight-ball once more, the weight of it being quite durable. “It’s your decision, darling, shall he live or die? I do hope you pick the more entertaining option.”