|Alecto Carrow has [anger] issues. (alecto__carrow) wrote in wished,|
@ 2009-10-11 01:37:00
|Entry tags:||!1997: 10, !incomplete, alecto carrow, rabastan lestrange|
WHO: Alecto Carrow & Rabastan Lestrange
WHAT: Alecto and Rabastan are going to BULGARIA in search of Gregorovitch and ultimately his capture.
WHERE: Starting at 12 Grimmauld Place → Random locations in Bulgaria (Gregorovitch's wand shop → His ginger bread looking home)
WHEN: Around 3 in the morning and onward.
RATING/STATUS: R - c'mon, look who it involves / Started; Incomplete - Open to Rabastan Lestrange.
Excited. Elated. Overjoyed. Alecto could feel her heart racing with each step that she took to get closer to Rabastan Lestrange's room. It has been a while since the Dark Lord called upon to perform a task for him, and now that she was finally serving him like the humble follower (minion) that she was? Words were failing her. She could understand His choice in selecting Rabastan over Aymcus for her partner during this mission. After their flawless capture of the Edgecombes, it was obvious that Alecto worked better without her brother around. It wasn't that Amycus was a bad person to work with, he just had a tendency to clash with Alecto which infuriated her more than she would like to say. At least with Rabastan she didn't have to watch what she said, and she was able to do what she wanted freely without the fear of getting a disdainful look from Amycus. Brothers.
Practically giddy with pride, Alecto didn't bother knocking on the door, as she just pushed it open and stepped in. Dressed completely in black, black corset cinched her waist as a pair of heels made her short 5 foot frame a good 5 feet 5 inches. Dark black eyes held that flicker of excitement in them as she found Rabastan asleep, like the rest of the house was. Alecto, on the other hand, was wide awake. Her manic mind was racing at a thousand miles a minute with information that she had been gathering the past week about this Bulgarian wand maker. Every single detail was within her mind, his last known whereabouts, his last known wand customer, his past customers, his home, his daily routine, his LIFE was memorized from what information she was able to gather without the aid of Rabastan. This capture was going to be a piece of cake!
That's all the Dark Lord was asking of them, wasn't it? Just a simple capture, and return the wand maker to Him. Gregorovitch was a famous name, next to Ollivander, he was the most sought out wand maker this side of the world. To be asked personally to seek out this man, Alecto took great pride and caution with this. She wanted it to go without a hitch, much like the capture of the Edgecombes. Her impulsiveness usually got in the way of getting a job done efficiently, but that's where Rabastan comes into the picture. He seemed capable of keeping her in check... somewhat. At least more than some of the other Death Eaters. Keep her focused on the goal, and not sway TOO far from it.
Stepping further into the room, her wand was pulled from the pocket of her black cloak and waved around the room to ignite the lights in his room. "Rabastaaaaan," her voice a low purr, almost sing song and taunting as she called towards the man, stepping up to the foot of his bed. A hand laced into the bed sheets and tugged forcefully, "Rise and shine, tiger, we have an adventure to go on." Her tone was sickly sweet, as she giggled rather childishly. It was times like these that Alecto could hardly contain herself. The adrenaline coursing through her, and making that Dark Mark throb against her skin. Did Rabastan feel the urgency as well? Did he understand how much was being trusted to them? Alecto did! That was half of what was driving her mad with excitment!