"Cowers?" Giving the man an incredulous look, Alecto glanced around her. "Do you hear that, my pets? He thinks I'm cowering behind you." The sounds of the spiders skittering through the shop suddenly filled the room before quieting down once more. It was hard to determine what the spiders were reacting to, but it was obvious it was in response to what Alecto said. It was almost like Alecto was able to communicate with them. Was it possible that the spiders had some sort of deep seeded respect for the woman?
Dark gaze settled back down on Astrophel as she quirked a brow. "From what indeed." It really was no mystery what Alecto was hiding from, she was a wanted criminal. Her crimes were vast and numerous, and she knew she wouldn't survive in Azkaban. Her sanity was all ready waning, the thought of Azkaban made her twitch. There would be another uprising, it was just a matter of time. Things were getting too comfortable for the wizarding world, and while the Dark Lord was dead, his ideals were not. Death Eaters might be gone, but their morals? Their beliefs? Well, that was going to remain there.
"You got off lucky, didn't you Mr. Fleetwood?" Fluttering her fingers casually through the flame of the candle, Alecto studied the man's features. There was something very different about him, he was the quiet little tag-a-long, sitting in on meetings just to please his father. He seemed to be, well, Alecto couldn't place it. There was something there that made her smirk.