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[dromvda]

date: july 6th, 1979 time: 3:34 pm location: ministry of magic status: close for @rabvstanlestrange

With the flick of her wrist, the ornate buckle clipping her cloak together snapped open, before the fabric slid off her shoulders and settled itself into the crook of her waiting arm. Her finger smoothed out the crease in her dress, as she came upon the doors of Rabastan’s office. The past few weeks had been spent recovering in the confines of the country estate, but even as the bruises on her body faded to nothing, the scars of her memories were ripped open in her dreams. This would be the distractions she needed, or at least it was what she had been ordered to do. Resting against the doorframe of his office, Andromeda crossed her arms over her chest, a playful smile spreading across her lips. “Where can I lodge my complaints around here? I’ve got a bone to pick with the Minister. Does he have no idea whose fiance he’s keeping so busy?” 

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for someone of alecto’s familial ties and status, one would think she knew how to behave herself in a social setting. but that was the thing; being deprived of the things she wanted the most often made her fight for them. looking at rabastan lestrange, for example, she flashed back to the months of fighting and the threats. the arguments that brought her makeup running down her cheeks and her body shaking, the lingering threat of doom that would follow her into her own house come that summer.

looking at rabastan, alecto realised that she hadn’t changed in the least. if anything, alecto was more misbehaved. less afraid of consequences. and still very much in loathing of the boy. that prat, she muttered in her mind as her stare bored into him. the hate was irrational, but that was the thing about anger; it always had unintended victims. @rabvstanlestrange