1980 AU
   It wasnât an easy decision. At least, not the easiest. There was a lot of arguing over where they would go at first. Alecto had originally tried to convince Amycus to go somewhere in the middle of nowhere, perhaps some small town in Eastern Europe, but his incessant pouting and insistence upon going somewhere warm finally wore her down enough to agree-- and once they got there, she was glad they did.Â
   Being on the run wasnât so bad. In fact, it felt like it was what they were meant to do. They had tried to stay at home for a while, attempting to see the chaos through, but with a new friend of theirs being arrested every day they didnât want to wait around anymore and take their chances. Azkaban wasnât an option. So, the twins packed their things, left their home, and eventually found themselves hopping from country to country in South America.
   Their most recent stop was Venezuela. While Alecto originally missed the gloom of England, the liveliness of South America was quickly growing on her. There was so much going on, so much to do, that it was easy enough for them to blend in and make themselves at home wherever they went. It was like a reward for all the hard work theyâd done.
   Alecto lifted her head, still with one nostril plugged as she sniffed up yet another line of cocaine. While she hated all things muggle-related, she certainly enjoyed their drugs. She carefully slid the tray over to her brother, already having cut him a few lines. âLetâs go to that party by the beach tonight,â she suggested with a grin, standing up from her chair and standing behind her brotherâs. The woman who had invited them seemed to direct the invitation mostly at Amycus, seeing as sheâd been flirting with him throughout the entirety of the short conversation they had. Alecto placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning down to kiss his neck. âI want to dance--â another kiss, closer to his ear this time-- âand I want to spend some quality time with that bitch who invited us.â
















