It was times like this that Alecto was sure that her brother hated her. After all, if he didn't hate her, why would he do this to her? He knew she had issues with other women, especially other women in that house, and especially other women with him. Amycus knew what her anger and jealously problems did, whom they had hurt in the past, so it should have been no surprise that she was perfectly hostile toward the cow that had recently captured her brother's interests. In fact, Amycus should be so lucky that she had not killed the wench immediately when she first heard what they were doing. Alecto showed probably the first amount of restraint in her entire life by casting a silencing charm on his room as she passed. However, there was no way she could ignore the look on the slag's face when she saw Alecto reading in the front room.
It was a look of pure triumph, of pride. The bint probably had the wrong idea about why Alecto disapproved of her; she probably thought it had something to do with not being good enough for him or whatever, but that was only marginally the problem. She might even have thought that it was that she was taking Amycus away from her, but that was far closer to the truth than Greta would be comfortable knowing. Still, Alecto burned with fury at the look on her face. Her mind was so clouded by her anger that she had no idea at first that she had hexed the girl until she was falling to the floor, her blood spilling everywhere.
And there she froze, eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock. Not because the girl was bleeding on the floor - because she deserved it - but that she had lost control so completely.