pl_alecto (pl_alecto) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-07-28 19:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, 1999 july, alecto carrow, pansy parkinson, tracey davis |
Who: Alecto Tracey and Open
What:
When: Thursday evening, around dinner time
Where: Diagon Alley
Rating: Depends on who jumps in and where it goes from there
Status: open
Having no magic was exhausting. Being stuck in a (slowly) growingly familiar body was also exhausting. Amycus was beyond exhausting. Alecto just needed a break, to be surrounded by people that she could, at least, imagine slowly killing and having fun doing so. Even if that idea did make Tracey feel ever so sick. She didn't condone the type of violence that Alecto thrived on. She could understand how Amycus felt when he had had to cut apart both Irma's and Tracey's bodies. Or, how Amycus dressed up as Kazim felt, anyway.
Either way, she needed to get away from Hogsmeade and the stupid curio shop that he brother ran. It all felt so... normal and disgusting and there wasn't enough of Tracey there to keep that thought away. At least Alecto still had her thoughts, even if Tracey did sometimes have her own opinions. She seemed far away most of the time, and that was good enough. Alecto hadn't really done much of anything bad or wrong to really rile up the host body.
Tracey's body stood outside of Gringotts, leaning against a pillar and enjoying some lavender flavored ice cream. At the very least, she could people watch and make up stories of their untimely demise in her mind. No one else had to know.