|Alecto Carrow has [anger] issues. (alecto__carrow) wrote in wished,|
@ 2009-09-03 18:18:00
|Entry tags:||!1997: 09, !incomplete, alecto carrow, rabastan lestrange|
Who: Alecto Carrow & Rabastan Lestrange
When: The evening of September 3rd, 1997
Where: Alecto's room at 12 Grimmauld Place
What: Alecto is bored, Rabastan offers to fix that. (As seen here.)
Rating: R - c'mon, look at who it involves!
Alecto could not believe what she was doing. What was she doing? After the exchange in the journals, the woman didn't know what to expect. Clear off her bed? It was all ready clean and made, her house elf was smart, the last thing Tuli would want to receive is Alecto's wrath. After years of tending to all the woman's wants and needs she knew better than to forget something so simple as making her bed. What really confused her was the comment to slip into something comfortable. What did that mean? Her clothing wasn't comfortable enough? Deciding upon a "comfortable" outfit, it was even complete with the red heels, it was the only thing she could think of that wasn't formal. Come to think of it, this had to be the most "comfortable" Alecto has ever dressed. Most of the time she was in some sort of dress, or a corset and skirt, or an outfit that her mother would approve of a Carrow child to wear. Despite her dark demeanor, Alecto was raised with the style and class expected of a woman within high society - so she had a few faults, didn't they all?
Kicking Tuli out of her room a long time ago, she ordered the house elf to go make herself useful somewhere else. Alecto wasn't quite sure what this man had in mind, Azkaban wasn't exactly nice on Rabastan, Alecto knew this. That was probably the only reason she tolerated his bizarre antics, well, and the fact that she wasn't exactly sane, either. Being Death Eater, you couldn't be very sane, huh? Her undying devotion to the Dark Lord usually took over any sanity she might house in that mind of hers. That lust for power, and domination glossed over a broken soul and left her selfish, jaded, and power hungry. She was never satisfied unless she was doing something to held herself, or Voldemort's cause.
Resorting to pacing her room impatiently, those red heels echoed through the empty room. In her heels she had to be at least four inches taller, and her movements were fluid, like a caged tiger begging to be released. Boredom drove her crazy, sitting around doing nothing. It made her mad, and restless, and with the prospect of actually doing something, Alecto found herself anxious to get moving. At this point she would have been content to go Erumpent hunting, at least then there was the possibility of blowing something up! Whatever Rabastan had in mind better not be disappointing!