Date: 19 November 1997 Characters: Alecto Carrow and the students in her Muggle Studies class Location: Muggle Studies Classrom Private/semi-private/public: Public Summary: Another reminder of why I'm better than you. Status: Beginning.
"So I've reviewed all the Family Trees that were submitted for last week's assignment," Alecto announced, shaking her head with a tisk. "And some of those are much better than others." The older woman grazed up an down the aisles, distributed her O's first. "Mr. Nott," she smiled, handing back a thick piece of parchment covered with scrolling calligraphy. "Very impressive. Moving to the next row, she returned another assigment, this time to Morag. "Miss Macdougal, I wasn't aware your grandparents were Forthwrights."
At first, the praise that Alecto offered was logical, handing another well done parchmenta to Padma and Parvati Patil and Pansy Parkinson. But when she arrived in front of Vincent Crabbe, whose homework look barely legible and stained, Alecto nearly squealed with delight. "Mr. Crabbe. I see you come from amazing stock. Not many can say they share blood with the Grindelwald's." Leaning forward, she resisted the urge to pinch Vincent's cheek. "Be sure to stop by my office sometime later this week. I might have an extra credit assignment you might be able to help me with."
Skipping completely over the E's, Alecto moved right onto the A's. Among them were Hannah Abbott, Kinsey Brady, Susan Bones and Michael Corner and Zacharias Smith. When she arrived at Anthony's desk, she hovered, once again reviewing the family tree he submitted. "Mr. Goldstein. At first I gave you and E, but now that I look closer at this," Alecto's face was screwed in deep concentration. "It seems as if there's a little blotch. Right...there." She showed the paper to Anthony, who was expecting the blotch to be an actual one - made of ink. He paused when her pudgey finger landed on his grandmother's name. "Deborah Cohen. Deceased." Alecto glanced up at Anthony. "And according to the date, she passed away rather young. What exactly did she die from, Mr. Goldstein?"
Anthony hardly saw how this was any of her business, but offered up an answer just the same. "My mum said she died from cancer."
Alecto humped. "Cancer, eh?" The woman turned to the address the class. "A Muggle disease. I can't say I feel sorry for the woman for dying so young. I just wish it had been before she married into your family, dirtying your blood, and spreading filthy diseases."
The boy paled at her response. Anthony was a full blooded wizard, the son of both magical parents! How far was this woman willing to go?
A quick twitch of her quill quickly changed Anthony's grade down to a "P", before she handed it back to Anthony.
Returning to her pile, Alecto smirked. "And here are two more "P's," she said, seemingly well done parchments to Ernie Macmillan and Neville Longbottom. "More than you deserve." Finally she placed a parchment on Megan's desk. "Another P. It was almost going to be a D, Miss Jones. You should count yourself lucky."