#c. alecto

[viviantraversing]

WHEN: Monday, 19 October, 1979; afternoon  WHERE: First Floor Courtyard, Hogwarts  WHO: Vivian Travers & Alecto Carrow ( @c-alecto​ )

With a thick coat wrapped around her small frame, Vivian scribbled notes into a journal as she skimmed the textbook for her Arithmancy course on the Chaldean method. At least this course interested her, unlike Palmistry; she found Divination to not be a valuable field of magic. Vivian yawned, her mind weary from a late night of completing Marceaux’s homework. To say this charade exhausted her would be an understatement. 

[cassiusmulcibermock-blog]

Prior Incantato (FT. anyone)

THREE LETTERS NEVER SENT.

To Walburga Black (unsent and unfinished)

Please accept my most sincere condolences on the death of your son, Regulus, who I was fortunate enough to call a friend. I miss him everyday. I am so sorry for your loss. I know how much he meant to you…and indeed to all of us. He was the best of us. even the best get cold feet. This letter will likely be of little comfort to you during your time of grief but Regulus was a dear friend of mine I am proud to call him that and as such I wished to offer you any comfort or aid that you might require during this time, just as I know he would have done for my own mother. I’m sorry I couldn’t help him.

To Thorfinn Rowle (unsent and unfinished)

I think I’ve decided being in love is redundant social construct, the expectation of which is profoundly unhelpful when considering a long term relationship. 

Case 1.  My Parents. Married for love. mother ended up with a list of lovers longer than my champagne bill and my father ended up in an early grave. FAILURE

Case 2. Your Parents - I’m joking, I’m joking. Calm down.

Case 3. Rodolphus and Bella. Incredibly poorly suited but married nonetheless because of personal inclination (admiration, lust, stupidity etc.) - FAILURE

Case 4. Potter and his mudblood. ever so in love, hopelessly devoted to each other (you know the spiel - snape whinged about it often enough) but still ultimately fell apart - FAILURE

Case 5. Me and … 

TO CORBAN YAXLEY (unsent and unfinished)

I’m bored of all this waiting, I swear every other word out of Rodolphus’s mouth is patience, patience, patience…

TO ALECTO CARROW (sent)

Is it arson if I want to set my own house on fire?

Also will you help?

[viviantraversing]

WHEN: Friday, 11 December, 1979; early evening WHERE: First Floor Courtyard, Hogwarts WHO: Vivian Travers & Alecto Carrow ( @c-alecto​ )

Vivian brought the cigarette to her lips for another drag, relishing the taste of nicotine as it burnt against her lips, chilled against the bitter December air. Winter came faster than she expected; she practically blinked and time flew past her steadily, relentlessly. Months without Marceaux—the senselessness of it all. Vivian fell into rumination as light snow fell onto the grounds, hardly realizing anyone approached her. 

[cassiusmulcibermock-blog]

Bombarda! alecto, narcissa, emma D:

WED-BED-BEHEAD

I’m not stupid and unfortunately as gorgeous and wonderful as both Alecto and Narcissa are, I quite like my dick attached to my body so I’m going to have to decline to comment on either of them as long as my Uncle and Lucius are in the picture.

(Of course if both Lucius and Corban were to suddenly and inexplicably disappear then I would be very happy to fill in for my uncle at the altar and to comfort Narcissa in the wake of her husband’s desertion.)

As for Emma….despite her pretty face and her large mounds of gold….she’s a halfblood and will never, even with all her daddy’s money, be good enough. 

I mean, perhaps I could fuck her if Narcissa insisted on staying true to Lucius’ memory. Otherwise it’s off to the chopping block for Miss Vanity.

[felixmacmillan]

WHEN: Tuesday, 16 November, 1980; around noon WHERE: The Fly, Appleby  WHO: Felix Macmillan & Alecto Carrow ( @alycarrow​ )

With his first class not starting until nearly the evening, Felix indulged in a proper lie in, busying himself with his iFlown. Not that this was particularly uncommon, given he wasn’t a morning person even in the slightest. Still, rolling out of bed finally after 11 o’clock was late for Felix. He only made haste when his stomach rumbled and nothing in the kitchen stuck out to him. Wrapped in a thick, colorful jumper, Felix ventured into the main centre of Appleby, carving his way through the streets until arriving at his favorite greasy pub in town. 

Nothing could bring down his high, the knowledge that in only a few minutes he would shove chips into his face. That is, until his gaze landed onto his ex. The ex who dumped him on his birthday. Months past, and seeing Aly Carrow still stung. But there was no use in running, given they already made eye contact. “Oh, uh. Hi.” 

[cassiuslcmulciber-blog]

fmk: the carrows, yaxley

fuck - marry - kill

“I don’t know what your family’s like but I’m not fucking my uncle….and before you ask no, I’m not going to marry them either so they’re going to have to die.” 

“That then just leaves me with the Carrows and out of the two I only actually like Alecto so I suppose I’d marry her and fuck Amycus cause you don’t need to like someone to have sex with them....and besides Amycus is vaguely attractive so long as he keeps his mouth shut.”

[cassiusmulcibermock-blog]

Alecto: Ugh. Cas, you're an adult. You can't live your life afraid of what Corban will think.

Cassius: It’s not going to be like this forever Alecto. One day he’ll be dead.

[cyclicalrp]

You breathed a sigh of relief the day the King died. And you feel guilty from it, feel naive, and most of all feel free. His blood wasn’t on your hands, and though you have spent most of your life planning for his death, it was an obligation of action you did not want. You suffered because of him, you lost because of him, you died a little more every day because of him. You never wanted to punish him for it, and yet you always planned to punish him for it because that’s what you were supposed to want. You were quiet once and soft, and then you were vibrant and warm, a sister, and the time arrived soon after to be cold and callous and it was the only skin that didn’t fit. Not like that. Not because that’s the way you were supposed to be, as though you’d allowed your father to design you too. 

There’s a part of you that wonders if it’s been too long, if too much time has passed wearing the cloak of a woman who thirsts for revenge. If the armor fits better now because it is one you are not forced to wear from loyalty. If the Queen’s death didn’t cause something far more unnatural to blossom in you. Something that is only held back by the time spent holding back your sisters, restraint learned from all those years of care and loyalty.  The thing about freedom is that it lifts all restraints.