alecto.

📍london, england . 21 

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verityflint​:

Verity laughed at Alecto’s question, a lightly raised brow accompanying her smile when she looked in her direction. “You know, I couldn’t tell you the last time I tried to make any potion, nevermind a Mospus potion,” she replied humorously. Truth be told it had probably been back in school when she last attempted to make a potion from scratch, seeing so little need now when she could buy them or hire someone to do it for her. “So you’ve been sitting here studying all morning?” she questioned, a teasing tone to her voice. “We should do something fun tonight,” she suggested.

“I guess when you put it like that it does make it sound disgustingly dull,” Alecto pulled a face knowing that there was nothing worse for her to be than dull. Her livelihood weighed in the balance of people caring about her, though the money was not of the utmost importance, the social currency was invaluable. Though it would not bode well for her to be known as the girl with her head buried in a book, she liked being up on what was going on in the world of intellectuals. They lived in a world of abundance and convenience, but Merlin knew for how long. “Yes please! I haven’t had a night in what feels like forever.”

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verityflint​:

Verity smiled, pulling out the chair and sitting down across from her. “I can never say no to a coffee,” she replied with a thanks before she answered her other question. “Pretty uneventful, honestly. Everyone at home is annoying me to no end so I just needed to get away for a while,” she said with a roll of her eyes. Being cooped up at home with her parents only worked for a short amount of time before she felt completely smothered with everything they wanted from her. “What about you?” she asked curiously. “Tell me your day has been more interesting than mine.”

Caffeine was of the lesser of the evils that Alecto readily lost herself in but she was happy to have somebody to chat the afternoon away with even if it was over a cup of coffee. Verity was a good friend, the kind of girl who Alecto was happy to be herself around, the kind that she knew might judge her but only to help her ultimately. The fact that she had nothing exciting to report was both expected and maddening, there had been nothing good to talk about and the blonde girl was not about to start talking about something disgusting like her own feelings to make up for it. “Well aside from people watching its been a veritable delight of flipping through this book looking for something to do with the rest of the day. When was the last time you tried to make a Mopsus potion? Apparently it’s quite easy given this new technique.”

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who: alecto carrow & @itsrabastan​ where: the white wyvern

Alecto needed a shot, she needed a drink, she needed something. Days were just an endless barrage of the exact same thing over and over again. There were emails and owls and DM’s to respond to, brands to reach back out to and reject their entirely lowball offers. It was all so boring and Alecto needed something to do, she wanted the feeling of achieving something and because she didn’t know where she might find just that feeling; she needed a drink. 

The White Wyvern was the easiest place for her to go to drink herself into oblivion and have nobody bat an eye. That was the best way to get drunk anyways, though the rush of traipsing around the outside of ballrooms smoking cigarettes on balconies with a bottle of champagne and her best friends was a startlingly close second. There were no silk gowns that day, no opera glasses, just her favourite plaid skirt and a clock that read a quarter past four. The pub had a warm feeling to it, a familiar smell and a bartender who knew exactly what she wanted when he saw the devilish grin that splayed itself across her angular face. 

Familiarity was one of Alecto’s favourite things and the warmth it brought spread through her abdomen as she eyed the only thing that was better than something to achieve; somebody to achieve it with. Rabastan Lestrange was unmistakable, even from behind and there was a particular giddiness that Alecto did not want to let subside when she saw him. 

“You look like you’re having quite the afternoon,” she said as she slid into the barstool next to him. 

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verityflint​:

Verity was about to sit at a table on her own when she spotted Alecto a few tables away and walked towards her instead. She was about to say hello when the other girl spoke instead, sounding less than enthused by her interruption. “Charming as ever,” she quipped back sarcastically, though her laugh showed that she clearly wasn’t actually offended. “Can I sit?” she asked, gesturing to the empty chair in front of her.

“Of course you can darling,” Alecto said as she set her book onto the table face down. She knew the spine was going to become cracked, but she didn’t mind. Books looked better when they had been read, they looked lived in and like the person who thumbed through their stained pages was smart. “How was your day? Can I buy you a coffee while you divulge?”

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christopherflint​:

“Of course not,” he sighed, completely unsurprised by her reply. Gesturing to the seat beside her, he waited for a confirmation that he could join before sitting down as well, nodding in response to her latter question. “Am I that obvious?” He grinned. “Yeah, finished up a bit early today, thought I’d take advantage of the weather and walk.”

Alecto nodded as she tossed her book onto the table ready for him to sit across from her. The waffle weave of the wrought iron furniture set up outside of the only coffee shop worth its salt near the Peakes was going to leave an imprint on her skin and though she was smiling and enjoying a surprise chat with an old friend, she knew she was going to be annoyed. There was always something bubbling beneath the surface, whether it was uncomfortable furniture or a too wet day, Alecto found ease in annoyance. “And you happened upon me, well aren’t I just the luckiest. Have they been keeping you busy?”

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christopherflint​:

Deciding to enjoy the nice weather that afternoon, Christopher decided to walk home from work, the Ministry not too far from the Peakes. He’d been in a rather good mood all day, the evening before leaving him quite content and the day a relatively easy one. Still, he hadn’t been expecting to see anyone on the journey home, and while he normally might’ve kept walking and let her enjoy her book, he instead paused in his step, and rather meanly blocked her light. “And what are you planning to do about it?” He asked, grin on his face. 

A childhood comfortability lingered in the air around her as she settled into the playfulness of the moment. “Oh darling I’ve learned to not give away my secrets so easy,” Alecto teased, “Coming from work?” She wondered for a moment what might be brewing on the inside of the ministry building, a particular impatience noticed when she thought of waiting for the next morning’s paper. 

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Alecto sat quietly at a table outside, the book in her hands holding her attention from the goings on on the street in front of her. An updated method in potion prep was always more enthralling than the daily goings on of the strangers around her but as somebody approached her from the rear, her propensity for a foul attitude reared its ugly head and she turned to face whomever had just blocked out her light. 

“You’re going to regret doing that,” she said with an eyebrow raised before letting her voice float into a light laugh when she realized who it was. 

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