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An obnoxious giggle came from Alecto as Germaine whimpered pitifully. Stepping back, Alecto pointed her wand at the woman, "Amycus, she's positively vile. Just look at how she pleads so pitifully." The curse was on the tip of her tongue, begging to escape. The look in her eyes would be familiar to Amycus, it was the look that Alecto got when she was ready to attack.
"You're absolutely right, dear brother, this a lovely surprise." To be honest, she was a bit hurt when he wouldn't take her out, however, this was a nice surprise. This was the last thing Alecto was expecting, she was preparing to spend the evening torturing rats and her house elf. Glancing over the woman once more, her lips curled into a sneer. She watched the Germaine attempted to squirm out of Amycus' grasp just to get out of range from Alecto's wand. "Oooh, I love when they squirm."
A pleading look was flashed towards Alecto, as she tsked and swished her wand, "CRUCIO!" Watching with glee as the woman keeled over in the most excruciating pain she had ever felt. Watching her writhe and scream within Amycus' grasp, Alecto looked up at her brother, "Drop her. I want to watch her squirm around on the dirty floor like the filthy muggle that she is."