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[battle-scvrs]

The owl that he had sent to Alecto earlier in the day had returned without a reply, but Regulus had taken the silence as a yes rather than a no and had prepared enough dinner for two. If Alecto didn't show up then he would simply have enough leftovers to take for lunch to work, but it was rare that Alecto didn't answer a summons from him. At least this time he was offering dinner, rather than an ongoing crisis. If his mother could see him, she would look down her nose at Regulus cooking the 'muggle' way rather than using a house elf, but he found that the methodical nature of it soothed his mind. Two of the artefacts that Regulus had been experimenting on at work were on the sideboard, surrounded by protective enchantments. Alcott had been sniffing around his work too much, and Regulus didn't trust that these artefacts wouldn't go missing if they were left at work. His wards alerted him to Alecto's presence just as Regulus was removing dinner from the oven, and with a small grin, he shouted "I'm in the kitchen." @alectocarrowx

[mckns]

When: Firefly Festival Where: Around the stalls Who: Marlene & @ofxalectox

Remus had wandered off and Marlene was left to her own devices. Surely she could handle being on her own. Wandering through Hogsmeade, she was lost within her own world. The lights were so distracting, everything looked so much prettier than it normally did. Marlene loved it and internally promised herself that she would take mushrooms during every Firefly Festival from here on.

Marlene had noticed glowing neon paint on other people, and she couldn't help but to be jealous. She wanted glowing neon body paint, too. She stopped walking, her eyes moving upwards to see the names of the stalls. All the letters were kind of blurry and dancing around, she was having a hard time understanding. Giving up, Marlene turned to the nearest person to her, a pretty red-head that she likely would have recognized if she were sober. "Hey, do you know where to get body painting?"

[mcrlsxmckinnon]

Starter for: @ofxalectox Location: Delirium, Knockturn Alley

Muggle London or Knockturn Alley. Two locations that were either too big to be found by her friends (Muggle London) or where her friends would never go (Knockturn Alley). It were perfect locations to hide out while still being able to enjoy herself. Delirium had become a location she would visit commonly and throughout the many nights, Marlene had gotten to know the redhaired woman better. A woman who had been only a face she had seen while at Hogwarts, but that was it. A woman who had been on a different side of the war but at the bar that did not matter.

"Do you ever leave this bar? I know it is yours but you don't have to be here every night, do you?" With the fact that Alecto was there all the time whenever she was there... It made it look like she never left. It could also be the several alcoholic beverages she had drank thusfar already."

[notdelicatc]

Chaos was the connection between them; chaos and the loyalty of one friend to another. Of course, that wasn’t all there was but in the simplest of terms, that is what it came down to. “Oh, little birdie told me you’d be rather disappointed there. He left looking even worse if the hushed whispers are to be believed. Then again, that may just be some idle chit chat of people who noticed him scatter away without the hideous suit.” Emmeline shrugged. She hardly cared what Benjy Fenwick did nor did she care to find out and follow up on it.

Emmeline was about to inquire about the few that would be regretting their words, always curious about just who had managed to land on Alecto’s bad side. There was nothing more amusing than to see just who else had made a fool of themselves in front of the witch next to her. At times it was downright dangerous, but perhaps that was another side of her that the brunette appreciated so much. A friendship with Alecto Carrow never allowed for a boring day. Never.

The amusement in her eyes vanished, replaced with something else entirely the moment she held the flute of champagne in her hands, the soft scent of lavender drifting toward her almost soothing whatever was going through her mind that moment. A smirk, a chuckle as she allowed herself a sip. Emmeline barely even noticed the way the smirk came out even more so when her face was hidden behind the glass flute. “It’s been a good night. Donated to my own department. If they’re going to drag us out to parade us around for charity, may as well make good use of it.” It was devious and perhaps selfish to want to see made use of her galleons, but who could blame her. “As for the rest,” She paused, a shrug, another sip. “I’ll be going home alone. No need to have some escort me.” No mention made of the earlier encounter. No, that would be her secret; hers and Evan’s just as it always had been. There was never harm in a bit of fun, was there? “Rather tell me about yours! Can’t just have been vanishing clothes now, can you? Tell me everything!” A plea, all to get away from a topic she couldn’t discuss whether or not she wanted to. - @alectocarrowx

Alecto found herself slipping off the chair and joining Emmeline on the couch, scooting closer to the witch. It was easier to talk this way and she did enjoy the company of the other beside her. She did quite fancy pulling out a little more darkness inside the witch beside her each time they were out. There was a loyalty there that she felt and appreciated. She feigns innocent. "I would never do such a thing. I promised Rabastan I would be on my best behaviour." A sweet smile pulled on her lips, but the chaos that swirled in her eyes told a different story. "His outfit was atrocious. Horrible taste. I hope he found something better to wear." A small wave to her hand.

"I figured I need to make use of my time." There was only so much she could take before containing herself was no longer an option. At least her mischief was minor. "A few that will be regretting their words another day." Alecto leans forward to snatch two flutes of champagne at a waitress passing by, handing one over. "How is your night going? Any wizard trying to take you home?"

[evienott]

Flipping through the latest edition of Witch Weekly she’d picked up during the trip to Hogsmeade, Evie glanced over at Alecto. Her back was pressed to a column, sitting on the floor and turning the page idly. “I love you,” she hummed, popping a piece of Drooble’s into her mouth. “But please stop with the detention talk. It’s only for, what, six weeks?” That wasn’t short by any definition but it could be way worse. Besides, it was an unforgivable curse and not having been expelled was better than Evie would have expected. Normally she avoided these topics with Alecto, as much as possible given their own slightly different political viewpoints, but this wasn’t so avoidable.

Still, Evie tried. Blowing a bubble and swiftly popping it, she moved over to show Alecto the magazine. “That dress is so pretty, oh my god. I would die for it.” It was easier to keep her friends when they didn’t get into deep topics like this. “Or maybe I just like the model it’s on. I don’t know, she’s cute.” Almost reminded her of Hestia, in a way. She really should try to talk to her again. 

@lectscarrow​

[cxrrowiisms]

@ofcxrrows​

He wasn’t a stranger to people having complaints, but he was far from helpful. When it came to anyone speaking against his own twin; Amycus had quite a load of tricks up his sleeve. “Someone keeps saying he wants Alecto fired--I don’t think he realizes she’s--” The waitress didn’t finish, having Amycus wave her away. “Thank you, love, I can handle it. Don’t let Alecto hear of it, I’d rather handle it myself.”

Amycus shined a grin, and it shifted to look predatory as he stood up from the piano. His hand took ahold of an eight-ball as he threw it up to the air and caught it playfully. “Oh, sister darling,” Amycus cooed, his free hand reaching to grasp the man in question by the ear to force his head against the bar. “I found an early Christmas present for you, but don’t worry, I’m not going to be an awful brother and deny you your usual gifts.” He winked, looking down at the man who struggled under his hand.

“He’s been asking for your removal. Quite the joke, don’t you think?” He caught the eight-ball once more, the weight of it being quite durable. “It’s your decision, darling, shall he live or die? I do hope you pick the more entertaining option.”

[thecarrcwheir]

Who: Amycus & @alectoxcarrow​

Where: Alecto’s home

Amycus arrived to his sister’s place with a bottle of her favorite wine. He knew what she liked and he liked to spoil her with those little things. They always spent a lot of time together, and today was no difference. Except this evening they had to talk business. Her lounge and his club were, for some people, part of the same experience. 

People would go to the lounge, have a drink and get in the mood before moving to Amycus club. Once he arrived, he used his key and invited himself in. “Hello?” He called as he walked in. He placed the wine on top of a table and took off his jacket. “Alecto?” He called his sister before tossing the jacket to a servant. “Where’s my sister?”

[rodolphusxlestrange]

"Yes, I know it's your bar," Rodolphus responded weakly. It may belong to Alecto but to Rodolphus everywhere was his. He knew Alecto felt differently so he didn't push it but only because it was Alecto. But he would never crumble under this is mine. He let it slide right by without saying anything else. Although if anyone else had tried to fight her about it belonging to her, Rodolphus would be the first to stand up and make it right. One could say he was protective of the redhead.

"I'm always demanding. Is that anything new? You sound surprised." He replied shaking his head as he growled, "Roddy." He raised his glass to his lips to drink. "What do I have to do to stop being called Roddy? It's Rodolphus, fiery one," he reminded her.

"Yes, you are the boss and should be able to drink whenever you like," he sniggered, "and can do whatever and whoever you want," he winked.

There were very few people that Alecto truly cared about in her life. Rodolphus had some home managed to worm his way onto that list. She supposed it helped that he had mentored her a little, along with his wife. They'd helped Alecto become the witch she was today. "Need I remind you we're in my bar?" She pointed out with a little smirk. She would have loved to see Rodolphus try anything here. They were on her turf right now. When it came to Delirium, she was the boss. And she was never going to allow anyone to take away the power she had. At least in her bar anyway.

"You're so demanding Roddy." Alecto teased, shaking her head. She was used to him being demanding, just like she was used to most men being demanding. "I mean I am working." She pointed out with a laugh. "But I am also the boss. So you know. I get to do what I want." Which was right now, drinking with a friend. "So lucky for you. You won't be drinking alone tonight.

[minotaurus-archive]

where — helicon, pontius. when — week 1 of kalavria with — @alectocarrion

He feels tension gathering between his shoulders, right at that place where his neck begins, where it always tends to gather. It nags, pulls, grows taut, and Mino seems unable to fight it. He should not be here, in this place where his want could be awakened again, where he sees Ari everywhere. He should not be here: he made a decision, in Olympe, to stick to Tartarus and accept that that’s what life is and will be. No looking forward to potential golden horizons, but resignation or acceptance or commitment, or all at once.

But here he is, staring at a golden horizon all the same. The sun sinks in the sea and Mino breathes salty air and he rubs at his neck. This could be almost peaceful. He counts the day in his head. He’s deadly aware of his surroundings, even as he stands in the open, even as he tries to just stare. 

There are a few names here, on Pontius, that are on his mind. The main one is that of his brother, but there is Alecto, too. He follows her from the corner of his eyes when she happens to be in the vicinity, worries with a distant numbness, hopes that whatever words Poseidon had spoken at Heteraidia were true; that she had it better here. When she enters the deck, she’s registered as a presence, as everyone is. He’s not working, but he’s still on. 

He does not think Alecto Carrion a security threat, though. He remains standing, for a few minutes, staring at that horizon, which grows pinker and pinker. And then, when he feels certain it’s alright, he approaches, “Hi.” A stiff greeting. He does not touch his neck any more, but he feels his tenseness grow. “I never got a chance to give you your hat.”

[narcisscblck]

DATE: july 19th, 3:15 PM LOCATION: black family manor STATUS: closed to @alvctocvrrow

It’s not every day that Narcissa invites guests over into her sacred family home. It’s even rarer given that its purpose is not a dinner party or gala -- rather a social call. Or as social as it could get. You see, Narcissa doesn’t just make social calls for the sake of being friendly, she does so because she wants something, and the extended hand out to Alecto Carrow is nothing different. 

Though she does find Alecto to be akin to another sister, it does not excuse the fact that Narcissa sees an opportunity in the witch, an opportunity that can save her family’s reputation. You see, with Andromeda’s uneasiness at being investigated by the Ministry, Narcissa has seen a change within her. She’s more on edge, hesitant to make decisions, and a lot more temperamental. She loves her older sister, but one wrong move by Andromeda can let their family slip into shame. 

It’s not secret that the Black family are purists, but to be blatantly and publicly aligned with an extremist terrorist group is another thing. And so Narcissa devised a plan in order to use the Ministry’s suspicion to her advantage. After all, if Bellatrix Lestrange was a Death Eater, she would never, ever let her dear sister Andromeda in harms way. 

She walked alongside Alecto, escorting her into her own private drawing room which had been set up for tea.  ‘ Thank you for joining me on such short notice. I know you must be busy with work. ’  Narcissa once rolled her eyes at the thought of the Carrow daughter having a career, but now it’s clear to her that it can be useful to have an obliviator you trust. 

[ohartemis]

where — nemean tower, bathrooms three floors up from the hall. with — @alectocarrion​

To be revered, applauded, adored — these things are the way of life and have been since those days of early childhood, shimmering on a red carpet, clutching her mother’s dress in her hands. Artemis has always taken naturally to it: the attention, the spotlight, the excited whispers, the nudging of elbows as she passes. A jewel that shines like the moon. Most days, she loves it, too — but then there’s the fatigue, the aggravation, the lack of identity, the undeniable self-hatred that threatens to come up more and more these days, though never in a form where she aims her arrows at herself. Others pay the prize. Is that not her birthright?

Everything is different this year, it seems. And so Artemis leaves the room, knowing the Nemean tower by heart, knowing where to go when she wants solitude. She may not work here, but she has come here for decades. Heels click up the stairs and she ignores everything that she comes across, waving away conversation starters and ice breakers, off to the bathroom a floor above the circus.

Cold water pours from the faucet, over her bared wrists, and Artemis looks at herself in the mirror. Pick it apart, the mask, and find what lingers behind it. She hates being by herself and yet finds comfort in the solitude, too. She wonders if everything has to always be a contradiction in her head, but can’t finish the thought as the door opens. Her hands move back, so it looks like she’s simply washing them rather than trying to cool the fire in her veins. “Alecto,” she chirps, looking up over her shoulder, painting a smile on her lips. “You found the best bathroom in the building. Not many tend to walk this far for a wee.” She turns off the faucet, moves to a soft towel to dry her hands. “Welcome to my secret clubhouse.”

[bxllatrix]

Bella raises her eyebrow at Alecto and pointedly looks at the glass of sparkling water. She highly doubted the woman was denying any of her brother-in-laws deepest desires, but she keeps the thought to herself, playing nice. It wasn't like she was jealous of Alecto — how could she be? Bellatrix was Lady Lestrange now and the eldest daughter in the House of Black. She wasn't jealous of Alecto's condition. Of course not. Was she?

Bella's mood somehow sours even further, the drink tasting like ash in her mouth. She gazes around the room thoughtfully, passing by all of her relations and then some. "So, why haven't you?" It's a fair enough question. If Bellatrix was in Alecto's position, she'd have shoved Selwyn from the top floor balcony and then set the ground aflame, fiendfyre turning the body into plant feed. Healing wasn't something they couldn't learn themselves. It never did well to depend on people to save your life, one should always have the tools to do it onself. "I'm not advocating for murder," She was. "but my social calendar seems to have opened up."

Alecto spent the night with her champagne glass that was filled with sparkling water, the thought of alcohol making her nauseous. "They shall be disappointed." A teasing tone to her voice, taking a sip of her drink. "We must deny their deepest desires." She was certain that was not on their minds, but who knew when it came to the Lestrange brothers.

Had she thought about it? A small snort escaped her parted lips. There was one that lingered on her mind throughout the whole evening, the restraint slowly waning. "I cannot lie to you, so yes, there is one that I would wish to eliminate." Extreme? Some might say, but the moods that hit her like a tsunami wave wished for nothing more to see the demise of Miray. "We do not wish to ruin this for your sister. I am sure we can reframe for one night."

[yamineleanora-archive]

@ofcarrowx​

Eleanora was still bothered by Alecto’s arrest. She had so many questions about what happened, and Eleanora hated having questions. She didn’t understand why Alecto was arrested in the first place, what had made those responsible for the attacks name Alecto as a co conspirator? The attack was not at all in Alecto’s wheelhouse; Eleanora knew magic in general was not Alecto’s strong suit. Even more concerning was the fact that Alecto had actually had an alibi for the night of the attack, something Eleanora knew firsthand. Eleanora did not like the fact that someone could not only be arrested for something they didn’t do, but also found guilty and imprisoned without so much as checking their alibi.

At least now that Alecto had escaped from Azkaban, there was some hope for answers. Eleanora took her time strategizing how, precisely, she should go about contacting Alecto. Once she had a plan, she waited a few weeks for things to settle down a little, then went to see Amycus. She knew it would be a fine line to walk. There was no question that the aurors would have Amycus under observation so she couldn’t say anything to imply he knew where Alecto was. At the same time, she couldn’t be so subtle in asking after Alecto that Amycus wouldn’t realize what she was doing. In the end, all she could do was say her piece and hope it was enough.

A few days later, Eleanora got her answer when she entered her workshop on the grounds of Burke Lodge to find Alecto there waiting for her. Someone else might have embraced their friend, but Eleanora had never been a hands-on person. Instead, she just smiled. “If you can get in here when it’s locked, I may need to update my wards.”

[cquity]

morrigan & alecto

morrigan stayed on the sidelines as she watched the encounter, a brow arched at the other, storming over to the pairing morrigan smiled softly at the woman. “there you are sweetie i’ve been looking all over for you.” she admitted, turning to look at the gentleman. “thanks for keeping her company whilst we we’re separated i hope she wasn’t too much of a hassle.” she joked, a small laugh escaping the blondes lips. “let’s go darling - we still need to hit the bakery up before we go home.”

@dcpravities​

[lilavatieneida-archive]

16 February 1983

@ofcarrowx​

At nearly three, Daphne was just beginning to understand the concept of birthdays, at least insomuch as there was a special day where you got presents. Lilavati was not sure if she understood that she wouldn’t get presents on Astoria’s birthday, and she clearly did not understand that not everyone gave you a present on your birthday. Lilavati had made the mistake of going out to run some errands with the girls before Ambrose came over for a birthday dinner for Astoria, and so far Daphne had demanded presents from two shopkeepers and one very flustered seamstress at Madam Malkin’s. Lilavati had decided to abandon the rest of the errands she’d planned on accomplishing and was in the process of shepherding Daphne back to the Leaky Cauldron where they could floo home when her eldest broke away and made a beeline for a red-haired witch on the other side of the street. 

Lilavati groaned inwardly when she realized Daphne had approached none other than Alecto Carrow. There weren’t many people Lilavati liked from Emmett’s days as a death eater, but Alecto was one she particularly disliked. The redhead’s arrogant and chaotic nature rubbed Lilavati the wrong way, and she got the sense that her distaste was reciprocated. Nevertheless, she hurried after Daphne and reached the two just in time to watch as her daughter grabbed Alecto’s robe with both hands and demanded, “Bahan birthday present.” After a moment’s consideration, Daphne seemingly decided to implement some of the manners Lilavati was striving to teach her and added, “please.”

Lilavati locked the wheels of Astoria’s stroller and knelt to gently loosen Daphne’s grip on Alecto. Once Lilavati had successfully pulled Daphne back and had a firm grip on her hand, she stood and offered Alecto a polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “My apologies. It’s Astoria’s first birthday and Daphne is very excited. She hasn’t yet learned how to tell who is and isn’t a friend.” She left the implication that Alecto was, in fact, not a friend hanging in the air.

[pciscnparkinscn]

"A child genius?" Ivy couldn't help herself from laughing at those words. Neither one of them had ever done particularly well in school, in fact, it came as a shock to everyone that the two of them managed to graduate. They were always involved in too much drama to care about grades, and neither one of them had any sort of obligation to keep up appearances and actually apply themselves. "With us as her parents? I don't think so, Alecto." She paused a moment, realizing this was the first time she'd referred to Alecto as a parent for Pansy. But, it was true. Ivy wanted Alecto to be there for both of them for the rest of their lives, Alecto really was Pansy's other mother.

It was incredibly soothing to have Pansy calm down. She had been screaming for what felt like hours. Ivy considered herself lucky to know that Pansy had already bonded with so many people and all it took sometimes was handing her off to someone else to make her feel better. At Alecto's words, Ivy couldn't help but smile. She very much needed Alecto, and would be much worse off without her. Nodding, Ivy smiled, "Much better now that I can actually hear." She laughed slightly, "Now help me find her size, she's already starting to outgrow six months, can you believe it?"

There had never been a doubt in Alecto's mind that she would stick at her friends side. Despite there being many occasions where she had been incredibly hurt by Ivy, she had always felt like the other had had her back. Other than her twin brother Alecto didn't think anyone else knew her better than Ivy. So there had been no doubt that Alecto would be there for her. Alecto loved Ivy unconditionally, however stupid that could be sometimes. And she didn't think that would change any time soon. "You never know. She might be a child genius." She mused with a shrug.

Alecto happily took Pansy. There would never be a day that she would not want cuddles from the little girl. Alecto held a deep affection for the little girl already. "Who doesn't need me?" She mused with a smirked as she rocked the girl gently. She was glad that Pansy had calmed down though. Alecto disliked seeing Ivy so stressed. She cuddled Pansy close, a smile on her face now, before she looked back to her friend. "You okay now?"