#p:alecto

[n4mtaehyun-blog]

@namtaehyun: Everybody told me love was blind, then I saw your face and you blew my mind.

• tagged in this picture: Alecto • location in the map: 제주도

[folly-of-arrogance]

This is the House Built on Sin - Alecto & James - 2 Dec 1979

Location: Ministry of Magic, Atrium Time: 11:30am

James really and truly wished that his beloved wife could be pretty much anywhere except here.  She wasn’t even showing yet, but this was the first time since Halloween that they’d been out on a real, true mission for the Order and it was starting to sink in that they were performing duties for the Order while she was carrying the most precious gift that any of them on this Earth, Wizardkind and Muggle alike, could ever hope to receive.  Their baby was nestled safe and trusting in her belly and what were they doing?  Running around as though nothing had changed...

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shoving his hands back through his unruly black locks.  Trust.  He had to trust her.  He did trust her.  Lily was the smartest person he knew.  She was the brightest witch, she was fantastic at dueling, she was loaded down with various charmed objects and potions of her own design... she was safe and they had a job to do.

‘Focus Potter.  Just fucking Focus.’

Taking a deep breath, he looked around, trying not to roll his eyes at the sight of the statue in the middle of the atrium, though he pretty much always did.  The way that the various non-humans were all gazing with such adoration up at the Wizard.  The House Elf maybe, although Hokey would be just as likely to box his ears as ‘gaze at him with adoration’.  Still, he fished out a galleon and tossed it into the pool with a wish for his wife and mate’s safety.  Couldn’t hurt...

Keeping one hand on his wand in it’s holster at his hip, he turned and surveyed the people around him, only half-listening to Bagnold give her speech.  He was sure it was interesting enough but politics really didn’t interest him much.  If she allowed them to keep trying to fight the Death Eaters, that was good enough in his books.

He was just turning to survey another area when the first shots rang out.  He cursed, his wand in his hand within seconds and a silent shield charm cast around a large group of civilians.  One thing you had to say for Dumbledore, he was rarely wrong on his hunches.

Catching sight of one of the masked assholes, he shot an expelliarmus at her, hoping to get her down and out fast.

[missanastasianott]

Blues and Greens || Annie & Alecto

Knowledge is power. One of the few sayings that caused the sorting hat to put her as a Ravenclaw instead of a Slytherin. She could even think back to that day when the Sorting Hat sat upon her head and made a low, grumbling, humming noise, debating on which house to put her into. Ana remembered experiencing a hatstall, rare and terrifying. When the hat was placed upon her head, he debated everything, taking in all that she was and asked of him.

She was supposed to be a Slytherin, all of her family was, all of her friends were. Anastasia whispered silently to herself over and over to become a Slytherin. The hat chucked quietly, “I see it, I see it. You’re cunning and swift, an eager shadow. But you’re also more intelligent than all friends that you’re with. Too intelligent to be with them all the time. What about a challenge?”

The hat sorted her into Ravenclaw after much hesitation. Something that at first she hated, but now she didn’t mind. After years of studying and pushing herself to become her best, it was all she knew anymore. To become the best.

The coffee house was usually not too busy during the late afternoon hours. The perfect time to catch up on a good book or an article Ana needed for work. Though, today she caught another smaller girl, probably still in Hogwarts, working on something. What it was she was working on, however, Annie could not tell. Something with a lot of flinging motions and... whatever she seemed to be doing?

“Hello, miss? Can I help you do that thing that you seem to be doing?” Annie asked with a cock of her head towards the younger woman attempting what she was attempting. “What are you trying to accomplish?”

@murderousfury

[illicitvanity-blog]

{ Ladies of Mayhem } ;   Alecto + Emma

After the strange madness of the Halloween Ball, the out-patient visits to have her vitals checked and constantly being monitored and checked up on for possible relapse by well-meaning friends, Emma needs an escape. And if it can’t be by her usual means, she needs someone. Someone who won’t patronise her or judge her if she gets a bit too wasted.

Emma doesn’t knock. She doesn’t have to. She’d been given a standing invitation to the home. And she knows her way around. The short brunette finds Alecto’s bedroom suite and slams the door open, holding four bottles of firewhiskey aloft by their necks.

“I don’t give a damn what you were doing till right now. We’re having a girl’s day with liquor and conversation, food and whatever other mischief we can get up to.” The announcement is bold and Emma’s gaze conveys how badly she needs Alecto above anyone else to be on her side right now.

[soldier-meadoe]

@queen-carrow

Dorcas was almost jumping with excitment. Today she was going to arrest Alecto Carrow, infamous twin to one the men she despised more on earth, and suspected Death Eater. She couldn’t wait. There were three of them ; Head Chang, some random Auror and herself. They had ran over the plan time and again ; now they were silently moving through the still-empty street, headed towards their suspect’s house. Head Chang knocked once, twice, announcing herself each time. No response. Without ceremony, they blasted the door and got in, each of them going a different way. After a few seconds, Dorcas was the one to find the blonde’s room. She was sleeping soundly ; it was almost a shame to wake her up to the nightmare that her life was about to become. Almost. Spotting the witch’s wand on the nightstand, Dorcas seized it and put it in her robes, before pointing hers at Alecto Carrow’s temple. “Wakey, wakey,” she said in a happy voice, not bothering to call back for the others just yet. 

[sorcerer-amos-blog]

He would have run, really. Every fiber of muscle was screaming at him to move faster. Amos would have run to the infirmary if the motion didn’t jar the deep wounds in his shoulder and side with every step, so he walked as briskly as his body would allow.

Amos wasn’t really supposed to be up and about -though the Adze nurse had threatened him with forced bedrest if he didn’t take it easy- and hadn’t yet been able to get to the infirmary. Alecto wasn’t in her room, so that was the only place she could possibly be. The. Only. Place.

He was starting to pant now, from exertion and stress. Surely if the worst had happened that night, as her next-of-kin he would have already been told. Surely, after all they had been through, all the opportunities the world had foregone, Alecto wouldn’t be taken away from him like this.

At the infirmary door, Amos slipped in behind a distracted man in scrubs and followed the sounds of pained groans to the beds. Her flame-red hair was easy to spot in the crowd, and in moments he was kneeling beside her bed and pressing her warm hand to his cheek.

[ rageof-alecto ]

[sorcerer-amos-blog]

So Two Siblings Are Sharing a Bathroom... || Alecto & Amos

rageof-alecto

Amos looked around the bathroom he shared with Alecto as he was getting ready one morning, thoughtfully considering the detritus of items around their shared space. While he’d told Robin that he intended to stay strong for as long as he could, the temptation to mess, even just a little, with Alecto’s toiletries and routine was becoming so hard to resist. His eyes moved from the shampoo (there would probably be bodily harm for messing with her hair), to her razor (nope, off the table), to her makeup, before stopping on her toothpaste.

Nothing would probably ever top Alecto’s brilliantly executed Great Wardrobe Malfunction of 1973, but the seeds of a pretty good idea began to form in Amos’ mind.

That night, he snuck into the bathroom, clutching a small vial. Alecto’s tube of toothpaste was getting close to fully squeezed flat, so it wouldn’t be a huge waste when she had to throw it out. Snickering to himself, Amos poured a few drops of the vial’s fresh contents, distilled essence of chameleon scales, blueberries and three grains of sand from an hourglass, into the tube then screwed the cap back on and gave the toothpaste a good shake. When Alecto brushed in the morning, the elixir would transmorph her teeth and toothbrush a vibrant blueberry purple.

The effect would last around eighteen hours at most, or until Alecto rinsed with any kind of purification draught. Nothing really mean, nothing hurtful. Just a little surprise.

[sorcerer-amos-blog]

Together Again || Amos & Alecto

Amos paused in his walk up the road and turned to look back over his shoulder. The city he had left was smaller on the horizon now than the former industrial complex looming ever closer in the distance; so he’d been making progress, at least. The warlock looked up at the sky and frowned, shading his eyes with the hand not gripping his suitcase. A mass of thick, charcoal clouds were still amassing on the horizon; it appeared he and they were traveling in the same direction.

Amos had needed the long walk to the safehouse, to clear his head as much as stretch his legs. He had only asked the taxi to take him to the outskirts of the city; bringing up the safehouse would have no doubt been an awkward -even dangerous- conversation.

My good man, what’s your opinion on supernatural creatures? Why? Oh, just that your answer will determine whether I have you take me to the abandoned warehouse a couple miles outside of town. Why? As a supernatural creature myself, I’ll be living there.

If some danger (ie. the impending storm, a neo-conservative) caught up, Amos would will himself to the compound’s door. But for now, the walk was nice. Once the safehouse looked to be close enough, he reached into the satchel bumping against his hip for a notebook and pen.

Alecto, I’ll be there soon! Meet me in the foyer? Does the compound even have a foyer? -Amos

Sure a cellphone call would be faster, but the idea of being reunited with Alecto had him feeling nostalgic. He tore the page from the book and pictured his sister in his mind’s eye. Her sharp blue eye that mirrored his own, her strawberry hair, warm smile. Amos willed the paper into her path and watched as it disappeared from between his fingers.