Alecto was still running on her high from the Azkaban break out. With their numbers quickly rising, she felt safer to venture out into the general public. Of course, the lack of Death Eaters didn't stop her most of the time, this time she was actually allowed to attack and capture and harm. With the Wizarding World visibly shaken up about the Death Eaters escaping Alecto knew this was the time to finish a job she started back at Hogwarts. Dean Thomas. A half-blood and a filthy muggle-sympathizer. He was everything that was wrong with the wizarding world. Alecto knew his entire story, how his father abandoned his mother early in his life, how he grew up a muggle until he was eleven years old. How he was sorted into Gryffindor, and how he befriended Potter and other blood traitors. And how his father returned, and how Alecto killed him with a simple flick of her wand. Alecto knew everything about Dean Thomas, and she knew how much she wanted to make him like his father.
Which was exactly why Alecto was keeping a few paces behind Dean Thomas. Her presence wasn't hard to sense, with a piercing gaze that could send shivers down someone's spine, and an aura that oozed evilness, Alecto knew Dean felt something. Stopping when he did, she fell into the shadows, her dark cloak blending with the shadows and concealing her body. Once Dean started walking again, Alecto fell back in step with him. Hearing him chuckle, she knew it was time. Two fingers lifted, dragging two metal dragon claw blades against the brick. The sound as the metal hit the side of the wall was like nails on a chalk board. A low wheezy giggle from her, as she immediately vanished from behind him, only to apparate directly in front of him.
With a wand pointed at his chest, Alecto pushed back her hood to reveal an unfamiliar face to Dean Thomas. While her outer appearance was not familiar to him, her wheezy giggle - similar to that of her brother's - should have been. Her voice, that low purr of a voice was the only thing unchanged about Alecto Carrow.
"Dean Thomas, miss me much?" Dark eyes were flickering with excitement as she watched him closely, calculating his movements and waiting for the right possible time to strike out against him. Any sort of movement, a twitch, a spasm something to alert her to the fact that he was reaching for his wand.