#polyjuice!alecto

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Her eyes tiredly wander through the crowd in the pub, while her mind was still stuck in the riddle that was given as her next clue to her mission. Her fingers flip through the pages from the book that rested on her hand for a while ago. “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” Alecto murmured absently, without even realizing that she is not alone.

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Azkaban, North Sea September 21st, 1974 Noon

Alecto stand in front of the mirror. She grimaced in disgust as the potion start to kick in. It didn’t take long before she can see the result. She licked her now small plump lips and combed her slim fingers through her now curly blonde hair. Carefully, she slipped a hairpin into her mane. She stared at her own reflection, admiring her own work. She had perfected her brew and manage to make the effect last longer than the usual Polyjuice potion. Checking her appearance for the last time, she straightens her blouse and shirt. She tossed the rest of the vials in her purse, in case she needs a spare time in this particular face. Sighing, she steps into the fireplace and disappear within the flame.

She was greeted by an eerie and gripping air, almost immediately. She never likes it here, in Azkaban. This place is too grim for her own liking. If it’s not for him, she might never want to step into this place in the first place. An escort took her to a secluded room at the end of the hall-- his harasses gaze was not going unnoticed by her. She bit her lips, holding herself from sneering and slipping from her calm demeanor. Just a while. Just a while and she’ll be reunited with him. Her brother.

Just a while. 

Just a little while..

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