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Alecto Carrow has [anger] issues. (alecto__carrow) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-09-03 18:18:00

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!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!

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imperiate
2009-09-04 12:04 am UTC (link)

Oh, Grimmauld Place, the coveted hide out for the Order of the Phoenix. How wonderful was it now that the home -- formerly, of course, home to the Black Family -- was back in the hands of the Death Eaters, made up of the powerful Wizarding families that rightfully deserved to be there. The crack of an apparition outside announced his arrival, not that it mattered all that much; anyone foolish enough to try and attack a Death Eater out in the open would most likely meet a nasty surprise, especially outside of the new stronghold.

Stepping inside, Rabastan kept his eyes out for the despicable little house elves that worked around the home, and began to weave down the hall to where he expected her to be. He contemplated testing a few doors to see where she was, though popping his head into a random room might not end too well. He figured he'd be able to find where she was through intuition alone... well, it would be that, or perhaps he'd run into her brother or some random guest that he'd have a nice friendly chat with before asking them where she was, then heading off to spend time with her. It had never actually occurred to Rabastan that the things he said and did could be construed towards a slight interest in the woman, though others probably had begun to notice he seemed closer to her than most of the other Death Eaters. It may have even left a sour taste in some mouths, though he wouldn't know -- nor, truthfully, would he care.

Stopping before the large wooden door he raised his right hand and knocked sharply, three times. KaTHUD KaTHUD KaTHUD.

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alecto__carrow
2009-09-04 12:53 am UTC (link)

Alecto hated waiting, she was more impulsive than most, acting on instinct rather than smarts. The woman was sharp, and quick witted, and while some minds slowly calculated everything, Alecto's mind raced with thoughts, both paranoid delusions, and endless possibilities. At the moment her mind was racing with endless possibilities, she was craving to do something ~~someone~~. No. Anything. She wanted entertainment, whether through means of torturing muggles, or finding amusement through Rabastan. Sure, it was strange that she spent so much time with him, but out of every Death Eater that she knew, he was one of those few she could actually tolerate. Lucius was fun to bat around, like a cat would toy with a mouse, but he didn't give enough entertainment. Amycus was her brother, and while he was always a guarantee source of entertainment, it was nice to have someone that wasn't related to her to talk to.

The sound of the knocking caught her attention instantly, and she paused in front of the fire place. Ears tuned towards the two other knocks, as she frowned slightly. Why didn't he just come in? Oh, that's right, with a house full of Death Eaters it was never a smart idea to just barge in without being invited, especially while tension was so high.

"Come in."