Psychotic Bitch

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

[victoriouslyvanity]

Emma stayed tense and alert despite the fact the redhead was no longer holding a wand to her throat. The situation was still far from under control, and Emma wasn’t about to let her guard down in case Alecto was waiting for some moment to strike. Logically, Alecto wouldn’t attack her - it seemed absurd to do something so provoking when the rpice on her head was high enough as it was. Then again, nothing about this situation was logical and so Emma wasn’t taking her chances.

 To say the candidness of Alecto’s response surpised Emma was an understatement. She’d expected the wand to be back at her throat or something equally sinister, not an actual answer to her question. Emma decided to her push her luck just a little bit further, hoping her question might prompt Alecto to hurry up and get the hell out of her apartment. Honestly, she had a repuation to maintain and the last thing she wanted was to be known as a Death Eater associate. People would think that when (yes, when, Emma was sure of that) Emma made the team it would be because she bullied her way in. 

"So what’s next in your genius plan, hide in my apartment for the rest of the week until the heat dies down and then invade someone else’s house?" She paused and then frowned slightly. "How did you know who I was, anyway?" Emma liked to think her name was becoming somewhat bigger in the world of Quidditch as a potential professional canditiate, and she also hoped it was becoming more well known in pureblood circles.

[theycallmeapsychopath]

This whole situation was entirely messed up, from the fact Alecto had gotten herself into such a predicament to begin with, to the fact that she had stupidly barged into another person's home to camp out, as though she had any trust at all to place in said person. She was an idiot, and she was putting herself straight into the line of fire, and by god how she hated herself for it. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, the redhead forced herself to straighten up, jaw tensing and head rising as she once more locked her gaze with that of the blonde's, her eyes filled with a sudden unfathomable amount of fury as she took the smallest step away from the door.

"I figured I could kill you and camp here until I can find myself a new place to hide." A flash of her teeth then, the lilt in her voice suggesting that Alecto was only half-joking as she took another step closer to the blonde, silently weighing up her options as she cocked her head to the side and studied Emma for a moment, twirling her wand absent-mindedly between her fingers.

"It's always pleasant to know how forgettable I am.. you were Captain of the Quidditch Team in my final year."

[deliaesthetics]

Adella stopped before letting out a small sigh and turning to face Alecto, biting at her bottom lip. It had been a while since they had last seen each other. 

"I’m terribly sorry. I had not seen you." Adella said quietly before pausing once more. She cleared her throat before moving her gaze to the cobblestone streets of Knockturn Alley. 

"Good to see you again, Alecto." 

[theycallmeapsychopath]

How odd it was, to see a former room-mate of hers. Rather amusing, actually, that she should bump into her at such a time. Last Alecto had seen of the mouse-like girl had been on their last day of school; funnily enough, the brunette's disappearance of sorts hadn't exactly impacted on the redhead - the two girls had never exactly been close.

Flashing her teeth at the timid woman, Alecto gripped her arm for a little longer before letting go, looking behind her to make sure there was no danger of being caught before lowering her cloak, her amusement all too clear.

"As it is you, Dupont."

[darknessisdolohov]

Antonin hardly managed to keep the grin on his face from growing as Alecto ducked her head to regain her composure. Even muffled, he could see just how much he had affected her, or nearly how much — and Antonin had to admit, he did love that knowledge. Chuckling softly,he took her hand when it reached out toward him, ducking his head to press a kiss to her knuckles in greeting. May as well play it up to the top of his ability, no? Humming at her name, he smiled brightly back at her. “The pleasure is all mine, miss Savage. I’m surprised I’ve not seen you about the Ministry — assuming you work for the Minister as well, that is. But then, I don’t see much outside of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office these days. Right busy, it’s been.”

[theycallmeapsychopath]

Biting back a grin, Alecto could do no more than arch her eyebrows as Antonin pressed his lips to the top of her hand, the 'blonde's amusement beyond clear as she watched the elder male up the charm offence on her. Their back and forth flirting always was rather delightful, wasn't it? Clearing her throat, Alecto took another small sip of her drink before she offered up a reply, it taking the female a moment or two to remember just who she was supposed to be. "That's because I'm rarely in the offices; I'm an auror, I don't quite have the patience for an office job." A bright grin then, undeniably cheeky in it's nature as yet again the glass of wine was raised to the young woman's lips.

[deliaesthetics]

Adella had wandered far deeper than she had wanted. Her only thought now was that her mother was going to murder her for coming home so late. She vaguely remembered the narrow streets of Knockturn Alley, but held no interest for exploring it as of now. She needed to buy what was needed and get out. She turned another corner before stopping in her tracks, recognizing a familiar face. 

Carrow.She didn’t know much about the girl. Only that she had seen her once or twice in Hogwarts. She grimaced at the fact that she would need to pass her to reach her destination. She ducked her head and passed the girl, making brief eye-contact before ducking once more. 

[theycallmeapsychopath]

She was tired of watching, tired of wishing for a life she could no longer have. Alecto had made her choice; sure she had to hide away in the darkest corners, but she was feared, people knew to run if they saw her in their sights. Why couldn't that be enough for her? Why couldn't that be enough to keep the redhead satisfied?

Sighing, the redhead re-adjusted her hood before turning to go back down through Knockturn Alley, a soft growl of frustration soon escaping past gritted teeth as she walked straight into a timid brunette. The crashing was of course Alecto's fault, though such a thought didn't occur - or rather, didn't matter - as the redhead wrapped her hand around the other girl's upper arm in a steely grip, her voice dripping with venom as she spat out a "Watch where you're going."

[darknessisdolohov]

Requesting a glass of scotch for himself when the waiter came over — easy, simple, and his preferred drink that blended in well enough with the outer appearance he had taken on. “Perfect match indeed. There’s not many people I can say that of, I’ll admit,” he returned, shooting her a grin that mirrored her smirk so very, very easily. She would be gloating about that compliment for weeks to come, he knew, but Antonin had intended just that — for Alecto certainly deserved her confidence. “Mm, Fletcher. Julian Fletcher,” he returned at her question, glancing up at the waiter who returned with their drinks and shooting him a quick grin of thanks. “I didn’t catch your name, though, miss?”

[theycallmeapsychopath]

At his words, Alecto could only really grin, ducking her head down in an entirely un-characteristic move as she reached for her drink, raising the glass to her lips so that she was able to gain at least a little control over her composure once more. After all, she hardly needed Antonin to see just how much of an effect he really had over her, now did she? "It's a pleasure, Mr Fletcher," Grin returning, Alecto stuck out her hand for the elder male to shake, her voice soon turning sugary sweet as she took on the persona of the individual whose face she had stolen. "My name? Isabella; Isabella Savage."

[theycallmeapsychopath]

Alecto was stood by the edge of Knockturn Alley, a black cloak shrouding her figure, the hood of which lay on her head in a way which masked most of her face, leaving her hopefully unrecognisable. She was bored, and so desperately wanted to step out into the crowds; the fact that she couldn't was killing her.

[darknessisdolohov]

A smirk turned up the corners of Antonin’s lips as Alecto continued nudging him for compliments; how simple it was, to stroke the younger girl’s ego. He had learned all too well how to do so in his youth. “She’s got lovely eyes, you see — bright, always glinting with mischief — and pouty lips that I could go on about for days, I swear. But most of all? Her temperament. She’s practically a perfect match for me, but you know. Don’t go telling the world that now.” Simple, easy compliments — honest words, admittedly, but Antonin didn’t need to affirm their truth in any manner; Alecto would find they rang true. Biting back a laugh of his own as Alecto’s laugh sounded over his quickly made up name, Antonin shrugged a shoulder. “You more than make up for it, love, worry not.”

[theycallmeapsychopath]

It was rare that Alecto would so obviously fish for compliments, though with Antonin the redhead blonde found herself unable to do anything but. After all, was there anything more thrilling than having her Lord's right hand man hand out compliments to her so freely? As Antonin described her, it became all too hard for Alecto to hold back a very genuine grin, though she of course was quick to school such a grin into a very approving smirk. "Perfect match, huh?" Leaning against the bartop, Alecto called the waiter over to order herself a drink; wine, of course, to fit in with her 'image', before turning back to the elder male. "Wouldn't dream of it, dear." Oh, how her smirk grew then, for she of course had every plan to do just that; who wouldn't want to brag about such a compliment, after all? "How charming of you to say so, Mr....?"

[victoriouslyvanity]

There was something so raw, almost primal about the woman in front of Emma that scared her more than when Antonin Dolohov had his wand against her throat all those weeks ago. This was twice now that Emma had been attacked in a place where she was supposed to be safe, and she couldn’t help but feel not only a sense of violation, but anger at the woman who dared invade her home and take over as if she had every right to do so; as if Emma was as meaningless and worthless as the Muggles Alecto Carrow was known to despise. But Emma wasn’t stupid, nor was she the reckless type. Her anger at this violation did not displace her fear of Alecto Carrow. So she did as instructed, throwing her wand at Alecto’s feet and taking her place on the edge of the couch. She did not relax, and never once taking her eyes off of the madwoman in front of her. “Yeah.” Emma paused. “Can I just ask, why on earth were you stupid enough to show your face when you’re on the front of every paper and at the top of everyone’s most wanted list?”

[theycallmeapsychopath]

The minute the young blonde's wand was placed at Alecto's feet, the redhead had summoned the object and placed it in her pocket, her eyes not once leaving that of the younger woman even once she was sat down and clearly in no way a risk to the female Carrow. For the first time in a long time, the redhead felt a sense of fear for the way her life had turned out, and so with Emma's question came no more than a vehement shaking of her head, words spewed angrily at the blonde as Alecto tried to keep a hold over herself. "No, you can't." A shaking hand carded through her hair then, head slowly rolling back to rest against the door for a moment or two as the female Carrow tried to work out what the hell she was meant to do now. "I forgot. I forgot that this shit doesn't just go away." The moment of honesty was not one Alecto particularly wanted to give, and yet she almost felt like she needed to, needed to give the girl whose house she had broken into at least a little something in return. What the hell was happening to her?

[darknessisdolohov]

"I’d take it as a compliment, y’know. She’s quite lovely." Ah, there it was; just a hint of his Alecto was shining through with the smirk, with the glint in her eyes, and Antonin chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I’ll search about for her later, no worries, ma’am. Anita Carruse is the one I’m looking for, but I’m content with the current company, at least for the time being."

[theycallmeapsychopath]

"Oh, really? Lovely how?" Nothing could hide Alecto's amusement now, not when she was drawing so many compliments from her equally well-disguised companion - it didn't quite feel right to call him a friend, not just yet anyway. "Anita Carruse?" An entirely un-ladylike snort emerged then, for Alecto found the fake name all too amusing, something which was all too clear by her laughter. "Well, I can't say I've seen Ms Carruse around, but I am glad I make up for the lack of her presence."

[villainwithacrown]

a whole new world || carrow siblings

[villainwithacrown]

She seemed— well, how could he describe it? To Amycus Alecto seemed crinkled. Like a piece of parchment that had been stained and was no longer of use. Hollow somehow too, he thought that any moment now she’d suddenly turn to glass and he could see that by now she was only filled with the smoke of her cigarettes, hollowed out to only be the reprensentive shell of herself. But the thick creamy filling was gone. He knew that there must be a reason why she was waiting for him here, glued to the chair and the ash tray. But as sure as he knew that there was a reason for her being here, he also knew that this conversation would be draining, and Amycus was blatantly afraid that it would drain the last bit of him.

In a moment of pseudo desperation he took a long and large gulp of his beverage; the coffee burned his tongue, his palate, his throat and stomach, but was soothed by the different burning of the alcohol. The alcohol shot straight up to his head, threaded into his blood and as if it hydrated him for the draining act that was to come, it braced him.

From the many times the two had met, and those meet ups had not always been strained, Amycus had acknowledged her suffering soon. She did not like it how she now couldn’t strut down the street anymore and have people quiver in panic of her. She couldn’t flaunt the streets anymore with her coat billowing as she mimicked the goddess her second name titled her; but instead she was now hunted down like a creature of terror in a folkloristic myth. Like the ogre in the fairytale. She was no longer the evil queen, but the monster. All of this had balled up in a sensation of bitterness, sadness and anger inside of him. Bitterness, because it wasn’t her own decision entirely, but nonetheless had she been foolish enough to summon this; sadness, because the aftermath ate away at her like decay; and white hot anger, because somebody else chose this life for her. Because somebody else had twisted her path so dramatically.

"I know," he whispered eventually. "What is the matter?" The question was so rhethorical it was embarrassing as the vocals hung in the room.

[theycallmeapsychopath]

Did he know? Did he see how broken his baby sister had become, just by the revelation that she was in fact a witch who needed to be brought in? Her own stupidity had wrecked the life Alecto had once lead - as her brother well knew - but did he understand just how badly impacted her life now was? Did he understand how hellish her life had become, due to her inability to go outside without fear of being apprehended? The confinement to one building is enough to take its roll on anyone - guilty or otherwise - but when that confinement is coupled with the daily punishments at the hands of their anger filled father? The life becomes a life not worth living; Alecto couldn't help but wonder if her brother knew just how far down his love had sunk.

Despite the lifestyle she was now forced to lead, and the knowledge that those who had once cowered in fear would now happily call upon the services of a hit wizard were they to see her in the street, Alecto couldn't help but view her current predicament in a rather naive manner; for surely this would all pass, would it not? It had to, didn't it? Call it stupidity, but Alecto remained entirely confident that one day soon she would be able to step out onto the street without fear of incarceration, would be able to step out with her head held high and her power once more radiating.

'What is the matter?' What sort of answer could she give to that, if she herself did not truly know? Suddenly, she burned for the feel of her brother's arms wrapped tight around her, craved his comfort in the same way she so often craved him, and just him. She needed her elder brother to hold her close and tell her it was all going to be okay, and the deep, heart-wrenching pain that burrowed itself right in the pit of her stomach was enough proof that such a scenario would not occur. "I don't know." The truth seemed the best way forward, in all of its whispered glory, and so it was all Alecto could offer at that moment in time, eyes of grey that flickered like moonlight slowly raising to meet the crystal blue ones of her brother; her love; her life. "I don't know." There it was again, more forcible this time as those orbs began to glisten, hands trembling as her long forgotten cigarette was finally stubbed out in the ashtray, teeth digging so deeply into her lower lip as she finally offered her brother something close to a smile - if you could call it that, even.

"How do I fix this?"

[villainwithacrown]

a whole new world || carrow siblings

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The rain running from his coat on the marble stone floor of their entrance hall filled the silence witha harmonic rhythm, eventually coming into harmony with his heart beat and the clock. All of it rang loudly and like thunder in his ears and drummed against his skull. It had been a long day. The encounter with Antonin still sat heavy in his guts. Why did a man like him have to twist his baby’s fate? Why was another male old enough to be her father screwing with her life? Amycus hated it. Dreaded seeing anybody as for now. All he wanted right now was an Irish coffee and then possibly fall asleep.

On his way to the kitchen however he caught a glimpse of red hair, and before his eyes could capture her, the smoke had already hit his nose. Curled up like a child he saw her crouching in the arm chair in the living room. Their parents were out. Thank merlin. For a split second, and Amycus felt terrible to admit, he considered pretending as though he hadn’t noticed her and go on with his business. But even as the thought formed like the smoke of her cigarette he knew that it would be a shoddy thing to do, and that it would most likely impact her heavier than intended. But also knowing that he needed a drink now, he gave his sister a short nod, signalising that he had acknowledged her before he went ahead. Here his shoes, or rather the clicking of his soles on the floor, were the noise that dictated his heart beat, and the thrumming of his headache.

The minute he entered the kitchen a house elves appeared in an instant by his side, lowly but quickly asking for his request, but he waved the wrinkly creature away. He needed to do something, needed to use his own hands. As the coffee was brewing he selected the Rum with the highest alcoholic percentage he could find in the bar of their house, ending up with nearly fifty percent rum and fifty percent coffee. Leaving the cream, Amycus returned with his cup slowly to the living room; quietly and slowly he took a seat, organising himself until he eventually stretched out in an attempt of relaxation in his own chair. Finally his electric blue orbs settled on his sister again, but when he thought about speaking to hear his tongue turned to lead and his mind went blank.

[theycallmeapsychopath]

She hadn't meant to wind up in her brother's home, actually hadn't meant to see him at all that day. Despite the fact they had in actual fact made up after their argument on the day of Halloween, and had in fact met up many times since that day - including the night of their birthdays - Alecto still felt like there was a distance between herself and her brother, one that not even the previous confessions of their undying love for one another could rid them of, and so - like the undeniable coward she had the potential to be - Alecto had been avoiding her brother, seeing him only when it was absolutely necessary to avoid any and all possible confrontations that could have occurred between the pair. And so, Alecto's presence in the home of her elder brother was an entirely unplanned one, and one that she frankly was not entirely sure she liked.

But the redheaded half of the Carrow siblings did not have a choice, you see, for a daring trip outside without the usage of someone else's face had resulted in the perhaps naive Carrow running for her life, apparating to the first place she could think of without a second thought; Amycus' flat. And so here she sat now, surrounded by darkness as she made her way through her seventh cigarette since she had first curled up in the chair that smelled of her brother; smelled of home.

The arrival of Amycus did not go unnoticed on the uncharacteristically vulnerable young woman, though Alecto found herself entirely unable to acknowledge the presence of her brother, no matter how much she truly wanted to. Would it be a lie, to say her heart didn't pang as her brother did no more than nod in her direction? A lie to say her eyes didn't sting at such a basic form of acknowledgement, despite her having offered him even less in return? These were the thoughts of a broken woman, a woman entirely different from herself all because of her own stupid actions. Alecto Carrow was no longer herself, no longer this all powerful female who took everything in her stride. She was weak, and vulnerable, and she despised it, despised herself.

"I didn't know where else to go."

[darknessisdolohov]

Antonin huffed out a laugh at that, shaking his head slightly. “Must have confused you for the Ministry lass I picked up for Secret Santa this year,” he returned easily, making every attempt to smother the smirk that threatened to answer hers. “Shame, I got her a right brilliant gift this year as well.”

[theycallmeapsychopath]

"I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted.." A far too Alecto-like smirk stretched at 'her' lips then, despite her best attempts to remain in character. "Oh, really? Well, tell me her name; perhaps I can help you find her?" Eyes glinted with mischief then, for teasing Antonin really was far too fun, no matter whose face she hid behind.

[darknessisdolohov]

"Holidays treating you well, yeah? I’ve got a gift for you yet, but it slipped my mind t’bring it along tonight. We’ll have to meet up later in the week for our gift exchange."

[theycallmeapsychopath]

"A gift? Why thankyou, kind sir, but why an earth would you have a gift for someone you have only just met?" Alecto batted her eyes innocently, a truly wicked smile spreading out across the lips of her stolen face.

[darknessisdolohov]

Ah yes, there it was; her smile was practically stunning when he drew it from her, he mused, unable to quite keep from chuckling quietly. How well he could play her, he mused, and oh he did love that smile. Funny, he was growing almost fond of the girl beside him now. He hadn’t thought fondness was possible, outside of a very, very meager few. “I suppose that might just be a compliment,” he returned, grinning back at her easily. “Compliments given where earned and all.”

[theycallmeapsychopath]

"You know, I think that's the second time you've complimented me this whole month; I'm honoured, Mr Dolohov." Oh, her grin really was a sight to behold now, in all it's genuine glory. Perhaps it should be he who felt honoured, for drawing such a reaction from someone as openly cold and cruel as Alecto Eris Carrow. There was a niggling in the back of her head that told her off for allowing someone other than her brother to work his way into her head, but there would be time to scold herself later; right now, she simply wanted to enjoy a moment of lightness.

[waldenmacnairdir]

"I don’t see why I wouldn’t be one of your friends," Macnair offered, "I mean, we’re about the same age. You’re pretty, I’m handsome as fuck. We’d make a great pair, you know?" He was just trying to piss her off now. Her response amused him, but at the same time he did feel a little threatened. Maybe that was why he found himself stumbling to his feet, leaning heavily against the table, and grabbing his drink with his free hand.  "Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, Alecto. Just remember this conversation when you need me for something, since we’re apparently not friends." He was a little hurt, but it was more of a tease than anything.

[theycallmeapsychopath]

"Why would you be?" The retaliation was instant, her voice harsh and cold as she quickly gulped back a little more of her drink, her hand moving to flick at the corner of the battered cigarette pack that resided in her jacket pocket. "Excuse you?" Her eyebrows shot upwards then, with Alecto being caught somewhere between amused and downright disbelieving at the words Walden threw her way. Was he really hitting on her? What an idiot. "It's sweet that you think you'd ever stand a chance, Macnair."

As he stood to leave, Alecto found herself almost wanting to make him stay; sure the guy was irritating, but had he not provided her with a welcome distraction from the day's events? Her lips parted before slamming shut again, a forced nod of her head all the redhead could manage as she find herself unable to even muster a cutting remark as a way of goodbye.

[darknessisdolohov]

"Cheers, mate. Merry Christmas."

[theycallmeapsychopath]

"Merry Christmas."

[theycallmeapsychopath]

Parading around as someone other than herself really was a strange ordeal, and one that Alecto wasn't sure she liked. Damn the idiot muggle that had outed her to the world, though the redhead supposed she should simply be grateful that things such as polyjuice potion existed, for it enabled her to sulk at social events regardless of the warrant hanging over her head. Propping herself up against the bar, Alecto ordered herself a drink, silently thanking one Isabella Savage for the usage of her face that night; the auror had certainly come in quite handy.