Anteros Carrow is cold and sad (notnowbernard) wrote in cr_eighties, @ 2013-09-28 15:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1982, alecto, amycus, anteros |
WHO: Anteros and Alecto (and Amycus)
WHAT: a little legal advice
WHERE: the Carrow's house
WHEN: 25th September, evening
WARNINGS: bad parenting
Though dimly aware that Alecto was going to come and see him about something she probably thought was important, Anteros had put it to the back of his mind and was focused on his ledgers. He sat at a large mahogany desk with a candle in an ornate brass candlestick lighting his work. The book he wrote in was large and leather-bound, but he wrote in a small and tight script, cramping the letters in each coloumn as though there was a shortage of space on the pages, though half of the book at least was left. Mentally he counted, and copied details down from the scraps of parchment he had besides him. The only sound was the grandfather clock ticking away, and the scratching of quill on parchment. Anteros had liked music, once, but his enthusiasm for it waned after his wife's death. Easier to throw himself into activities that did not evoke feelings of any kind.
When he heard a knock on the door, he knew it must be something pressing. The house elf knew better than to disturb him when he was working otherwise. Only then did Anteros remember his daughter was visiting. With a sigh, he placed his quill in the pot of ink and bade the house elf bring her in.
"What can I do for you?" he asked before Alecto had even entered the room.