#chat:alecto

[frcnklcngbottom]

“you look like you need one --” holding out his bag of acid pops, her face was already scrunched up in a way that made him wonder if she was holding back a smile or she just loved a good old poker face, “it’s nice to see you with your clothes on --” he joked, a snarky one to be exact, but she had nearly churned the gossip mill -- that had been the last thing he needed, “are you enjoying your trip to hogsmeade? or does theatrics have you down as well? 

@furics​

[amycus-cxrrow-blog]

@alcto-crrw

Amycus’ legs were trembling, the fire seemed to leap out at him. He tried to swallow his panic. Right now, that could kill him. He was sure the Death Eaters would leave him alone, he’s a pureblood and an heir. Still that didn’t stop him from fearing the worst: a rogue spell, an unlucky blow by debris, the fire. Finally he was able to get his feet under him, there weren’t an students in his immediate vicinity. Not that he would’ve helped them, he only had one person on his mind. His sister. He had to find her. “Alecto!” He screamed over the battle, “Alecto! Answer me!”

[bloodstained-gentleman]

My, my.