Thorfinn Rowle {is a wolf among sheep} (![]() ![]() @ 2016-07-25 02:20:00 |
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Ever since her brother's owl, Alecto had been in planning mode. Well, after being calmed down and distracted by Rabastan, of course. Something had to be done about her father. They couldn't live like this anymore. They were grown adults, and he was still trying to control them as though they were children. The abuse was bad enough, but Alecto was also worried that if they stuck around and nothing changed, she would also wind up in an arranged marriage, and she was fairly certain that whomever her father picked would not be nearly as good to her as Rabastan. So she needed a plan. Amycus wouldn't go to the authorities, even though Alecto knew that, with his injuries, whatever they were, they'd have to believe him. Their father had always told them that no one would believe them, but they'd have to this time. But if her brother wouldn't go, then she'd have to. That, then, meant she would have to find herself on the receiving end of a beating, and the last thing she wanted to do was go home. There were too many variables. He could ward her inside again, or kill her. And she'd promised both Amycus and Rabastan that she wouldn't go back there. Her only option, then would be to find someone to rough her up. It couldn't be a wizard, she couldn't risk someone admitting they'd been the true culprit. No, it had to be a muggle. And muggles were stupid, weren't they. Easily coerced and manipulated. A muggle would never hear about this again. It was the perfect plan. All of this in mind, she waited for her opportunity. Monday came, and Rabastan was at the Ministry, leaving Alecto along for the day. She finalized her plan, left notes in her journal for both him and her brother, and left the house. Dressed in a way she knew would get the attention she wanted, she walked around muggle London, especially around the less savory areas, until someone approached her. She'd thought about the perfect way to make this happen the way she wanted, and knew just want to do. Turned out the first guy who approached her was more decent than she needed, so she left him quickly and tried again. The second man, however, was definitely what she was looking for. She played him, making him think she was interested in a little action in an alley; he probably thought she was a prostitute, which would have explained his rage when she suddenly decided no, she didn't want to shag him in a dirty alley. Her plan was to let him rough her up, when defend herself before things got too bad, so she could still get herself to safety and help. That part didn't quite go the way she'd hoped. He was stronger than she was, and it took too long for her to get her wand out. By the time she got to hex him, her clothes were torn, she could feel blood dripping from her face, and she had a knife wound in her gut, but she was close enough to The Leaky Cauldron, and no one tried to intervene; they probably thought she was just drunk. She burst in the door, making sure to cause as big a commotion as possible, gasping for breath and holding her stomach, before collapsing on the floor. That part, at least, she hadn't had to fake. |