Boggart: A Clown.
Patronus: Crow
Amortenia: Coffee, Citrus, Violet .
OWLs: Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Astronomy, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration.
NEWTs: Ancient Runes, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions
Twin to Amycus, younger by one minute, and he doesn't let her live it down. They are super close and she will hurt anyone that hurts her brother.
When it came time to leave for Hogwarts, she was anxious on what house she would end up in, knowing that if it was anything other than Slytherin, someone would be subject to her rage. Luckily, it never came to that.
The witch excelled in time at Hogwarts, having a need to prove her competency and be a force to reckon with. She always felt better when she made the Gryffindor students look poorly.
It was easy to see how she would lean towards the Dark Arts and what Tom Riddle had to offer. Alecto has a great distaste for muggles and does not hold back from sharing her feelings when around one.
One might question why she took up being the professor of muggle studies, considering her feelings towards them, but it allows her to be a spy within Hogwarts and she gets to learn more about her enemies. It was a disguise that was easy to hide behind.
After a few events that transpired, the secret relationship between Rabastan and herself growing with its hardships and nearly dying to a Longbottom, it was discovered that Alecto was pregnant with twins. This led to the two of them quietly marrying.
Currently she is biding her time until it's time to emerge from the shadows, ready to take over the wizarding world.
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It fills me with pride to see the Lestrange name honored, I know how much that means to Rabastan, and by extension, to me. Our children will grow strong and carry that legacy as they should.
“Rabastan always did know how to host,” Antonin said, though the faintest curl of irony touched the edge of his voice. He leaned back in his chair, fingers resting lightly against the arm as though the seat were a throne he tolerated rather than one he occupied. “And I imagine the twins provide far more spectacle than any guest could. Children have a way of making every room feel smaller, noisier.”
He studied her a moment longer, his expression unreadable but intent. “Still, I’ll come. If only to see what kind of empire you’ve built for yourself out there in your isolation. You’ve never been one to let the walls grow cold.”
The corner of his mouth lifted, not quite a smile. “Besides, it would be poor manners to decline such an invitation after we’ve both so narrowly survived an afternoon without poison.”
Alecto couldn’t deny that her husband had a talent for hosting, it was a Lestrange duty after all, one she had accepted as part of the name she now bore. “It’s expected of us,” she said plainly, taking another sip of her tea. “They do keep life interesting,” she added, a trace of pride threading through her voice. The twins were a reflection of their legacy, destined to carry on the ideals of their bloodline.
Her gaze sharpened on Antonin, a flicker of irritation crossing her features at his remark. “It would be rather rude of you to refuse, Dolohov,” she said coldly.
“And if it’s poison you’re hoping for,” she continued, a tight, almost mocking smile curling at her lips, “I’ll be sure to have it prepared just for you.”
Though Alecto's expression was inscrutable, Rabastan knew she'd considered this change in great detail. They were not the most natural parents, but leaving the children entirely with another person - even one they had selected carefully - was not ideal. However, it was traditional and it was essential. This conversation was moot, as far as Rabasatan was concerned. But it was necessary to agree explicitly.
"That goes without saying, Alecto. Of course you must return., if it is his will." Their son squirmed, reaching for anything he could grab while held in his father's unrelenting grip. It seemed to frustrate the boy. Rabastan merely met his wife's stare with a look that stated absolute expectation. Family mattered, but the cause mattered more. "We have both sworn oaths. That duty is more pressing than any other. We must win this war. That is where our efforts must lie."
Alecto had always understood what mattered most to Rabastan, what it meant to stand beside him as his wife and what that commitment would demand of her. There was no one else she would rather walk this path with. Love had never been simple between them; it revealed itself in quieter, subtler ways, and they both knew their own language for it.
It came as no surprise that he did not challenge her resolve, if anything, she had expected his encouragement. Their lives would continue as they always had: duty guiding their days, and family waiting at the end of them. The cause first. Everything else second. She shifted Asteria carefully to her other knee, tiny fingers curling around her own. “I thought as much,” she said calmly. “We both know where our efforts must lie. And I have no intention of appearing complacent.”
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With the return back to Hogwarts, it has kept me busy between school and home, however, I do wish for your request to join me one evening soon. There is information I wish to share.
"Lucky nanny," she replied with a smile. While Florence was in absolutely no hurry to have babies of her own, she had always loved children and was happy to play with other people's. "I've been well," she confirmed with a small nod. "Though I wouldn't be sad to see the weather improve a bit."
“She works for the Lestranges,” Alecto remarked, her tone carrying the weight of what an honor that truly was, something most would never be trusted with. She gave a brisk nod, eyes lifting to the overcast London sky, its gray clouds heavy and familiar. “Best to enjoy what peace you can while it lasts.” A small pause. "Will you attend this festival coming up?"
Antonin's gaze drifted to the window, as if the memory of the manor still lingered there or perhaps something less sentimental.
“A new manor,” he echoed softly, as though tasting the phrase. “You’ve always been efficient at shedding your skins.”
He glanced back at her. “I’ve heard about the twins. Their arrival, their noise.” A faint, unreadable smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. “Congratulations, belated as they may be. I imagine it’s never dull.”
A pause, just long enough to let silence speak if it wished to.
“I’d accept the invitation. Out of curiosity, if nothing else.” His tone made it clear: curiosity was rarely benign.
Alecto sat in the silence, her thoughts circling endlessly, her family, the Dark Lord, her loyalties. There was never truly a quiet moment.
“This place was mine until marriage,” she remarked evenly. It had served its purpose well enough, though she much preferred the isolation of her current home.
“Rabastan will no doubt welcome your company. The twins will provide their own kind of distraction.” She drained the last of her tea and set the cup down with finality.
Time. Such a complex thing. And work, something that seemed to be keeping her busy for weeks on end. Not that she was going to complain. No, Emmeline never did that. Work was something she loved, the experience something she treasured and the access to the dark arts something that sweetened the deal all that much more. Still, there were times when things got calmer, when there was time for those around her - friends, family, loved ones - even if the brunette didn't keep all that many on hand.
"I can't believe it's almost fall. I could have sworn the year only just began a few days ago." Emmeline couldn't be mad, though. The witch loved the rainy season far too much to worry about the passage of time. "How have you been? I've brought you a gift. You, specifically. I'm sure there'll be something for the twins next time again."
Time had a way of slipping by, especially within the walls of the Lestrange home. The twins’ first birthday was already on the horizon, her return to work loomed closer, and soon it would mark a year since she and Rabastan had wed. Yet, through it all, Alecto’s focus remained fixed on the war ahead and proving her worth to the Dark Lord.
“I agree, it feels as though time has moved faster than usual.” She thrived on being occupied, on having purpose. Her gaze flicked toward her friend at the mention of a gift. “You shouldn’t have gone to the trouble.” A brief pause lingered before she added, “I’ve kept myself busy, preparing for my return to work. The twins are crawling now.” That last part would certainly mean more work for Abigail.
This excursion was both functional and fictitious. It served Rabastan's purpose for the family to be here together. So here they were. The children were small and innocent, but they were playing their part for the war effort already. He would have it no other way.
Smiling tightly at Alecto's reassurance, he took a gulp of refreshing firewhisky and did not look as Rhadamanthus began to tug at his shirt buttons, seemingly determined to rip one from Rabastan's chest. Instead, he laughed curtly, eyeing his wife with a mixture of disbelief and sly suggestion.
"Well, we're here today. We could turn up unannounced and surprise the old man. All four of us. One ordinary, happy family." Reaching forward, he traced Asteria's jaw and allowed her to grip his finger. It was the type of open affection that his own parents would scorn. But his attention was possessive and proud. It was not foolishly unconditional. His family would work together to succeed, all of them playing equal parts and pulling their own weight. He would have no weakness between them. Withdrawing his touch, he adjusted Rhad and looked towards the castle. It was just visible, glimpsed along Hogsmeade's street, towering high above the village. "He'll want to know when you're returning. Perhaps there might be some information you could glean from him. You should find out, if you haven't already." She'd know what he meant. The Dark Lord would surely have an opinion.
Alecto shifted Asteria higher on her lap, steadying the baby against her stomach. She understood well enough what Rabastan was hinting at,Dumbledore, information worth passing along, and her inevitable return to proper work. It was a thought she had been circling herself. The nanny could manage the children well enough; her place was no longer at home.
“I was going to bring that up,” she said evenly, her expression unreadable as her gaze met his. “I’ve been considering going back in September. It would be far more useful for me to be there than wasting time here.” Already, she was turning over the practicalities in her mind, arrangements with Dumbledore, securing the Floo so she could return home to them each evening.
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"Good afternoon," Florence replied with a bright smile, stepping outside the bank but holding the door open for Alecto after herself. "No babies with you today?" she asked, noticing the brunettes empty arms. Though Florence loved babies so she wouldn't have been disappointed to see them.
Florence Yaxley wasn’t the worst company to stumble across, things certainly could have been worse. Alecto gave a slight shake of her head. “No, they’re with the nanny today.” Normally, she would have her children in tow, but some errands were far simpler without them. “And you, Florence, have you been keeping well?”
It had been a while since Alecto last spent time with Val, so she’d sent an owl earlier in the week, inviting her to the manor for afternoon tea. Her circle was small, and Val was one of the few she truly welcomed into it.
She waited in the sitting room, rising from her chair as the house elf guided her friend inside. The corners of her mouth curved into a faint smile, the twins thankfully down for their nap.
Alecto hadn’t planned on it, but a last minute errand brought her to the bank. She needed to grab a few things from her vault before heading home. With the twins a little older and constantly on the move, crawling, she’d been toying with the idea of going back to work for the beginning of the school year. earlier than she and Rabastan had originally spoken about. It was a conversation she knew she’d need to have with him soon.
Once she had what she came for, Alecto stepped toward the exit. The door swung open before she could reach for it, and she straightened instinctively. “Good afternoon.”
Alecto had asked her brother to visit, knowing that soon her twins would be on the move, a milestone she felt quietly proud of, though she also knew it would change the rhythm of their home yet again.
Sensing the shift in the wards, she moved to the door to meet him. “Evening, Amycus,” she said softly, stepping aside to let him in. “I’m glad you came.” As she closed the door behind them, her tone remained calm. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a proper moment to talk.”
Starter for: Alecto Lestrange @alectocarrowx
Where: outside the Three Broomsticks
When: midday
Rabastan hadn't believed a word that came out of Rosmerta Abbott's infuriating lips the last time they'd spoken. So he'd kept an eye on the pub and its activities, or as much as he could do between everything else. On the whole, he'd let it go. He did not believe her stupid enough to continue anything suspicious, and he'd had more pressing matters to attend. Placing heavy attention here would be a waste of effort. But that didn't mean he'd stopped completely.
Dragging Alecto and the twins out, he'd decided to put his family to good use and had situated them outside on a bench while he surreptitiously checked the enchantments placed on the building. Stopping halfway through his examination as a barmaid approached with their drinks, he adjusted his hold of Rhad and tolerated the witch's attention as she made inane gurgling noises at the poor child. The sacrifices they all made. He smiled, insincerely. Then once she'd left, he resumed, his son balanced in one arm, while he cast several darker spells towards the kitchen.
"Still nothing." It was what he expected. So he reached for his drink and pushed Rhad's hand away from the cold glass. "Have you heard anything from Dumbledore, recently?"
There was something almost theatrical about sitting outside the Three Broomsticks like this, children in tow and smiles barely stitched together. But Alecto understood. Rabastan didn’t let go of suspicions once they took root. She respected that, his relentlessness, the quiet obsession he wrapped around truth like a vice. It was part of what made him dangerous. It was part of what made him hers.
She kept her expression flat as the barmaid hovered, cooing like a fool at the children. Asteria watched with innocent curiosity, but Alecto’s hand remained firm around her small waist, silent, steady. She said nothing, only watched with dead eyes until the woman left.
Her gaze shifted back to her husband, watching the way he moved, precise, focused, methodical as ever. She knew that look in his eye. “You’ll figure it out,” she said simply. She meant it. Then, after a pause, her tone turned dry. “Dumbledore wants a word with me. Asked that I bring the babies.” She scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “Like I’m meant to parade them around for his benefit.”
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“That’s between me and the dungeon, although I’m sure Rabastan has already told you everything about the sock man.”
His voice dropped a bit but besides the name he didn’t speak more of the subject sitting down and sipping his tea. It was part of the design that he had all chairs equal not out of some sense of egality, but so he could sit anywhere without feeling lesser, the slight difference in comfort he had told himself would be a trap for others or a small reward for himself.
“Yes I find it suits me, though I could adapt to whatever environs it’s good to have one I can mold to my own ends if subtly.”
Alecto arched a brow at the mention of the sock man and she said nothing. If she wanted details, she'd ask Rabastan herself later.
She took a quiet sip of her tea. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable. It gave her time to take in the familiar walls, so many memories lingered here, selective ones.
“It’s always interesting, seeing what’s been changed,” she said, settling back into her seat. “And what’s been left untouched.” Her gaze lingered on him for a beat. “You’ll have to come to the new manor for dinner sometime. Meet the twins.”
Evelyn laughed at the idea of family life, of being a dutiful wife and mother as some sort of fairy tale. "I never bought the idea that it was wonderful. Marriage, children, it always seemed such a nightmare to me." She lifted her own glass to take a drink before shrugging. "I do love Blaise, but raising a child is exhausting." Her lips twitched into a smile and she nodded in agreement. "He has all he needs, his father was a weak excuse for a man and wizard. He does not need that." She glanced to Alecto. "Just as your children will be a force to reckon with, between you and Rabastan there is no doubt about how strong they will be."
The witch set her glass aside as Alecto's tone shifted, her curiosity piqued as she turned her full attention on her. She arched an eyebrow, a smirk rising to her lips. "I've always enjoyed Italy, it is rather beautiful. And it certainly wouldn't hurt to have two capable witches there to make sure it is secured." She ran her fingers along the rim of her glass. "When do we leave?"
Alecto’s expression softened, just barely, at the mention of her children. It was rare to hear someone speak of her and Rabastan without the usual suspicion or edge, and even rarer for her to accept it without biting back. But Evelyn had a way of saying things that didn’t feel like flattery, they felt true. “They’ll be strong,” she said simply. “And they’ll never have to question who they are, or where they stand.”
Her gaze lingered on Evelyn as she set her glass down, watching the way curiosity sparked behind her smirk. That was what Alecto admired, sharpness, ambition, the quiet thrill of a challenge accepted without hesitation.
A slow grin pulled at her lips. “We leave tomorrow morning. We need to be in Florence for tomorrow night's Gala. The ledger is rumoured to move soon afterwards.” She reached for a sealed envelope tucked under a book on the side coffee table and slid it across the table. “Everything you’ll need is in here. Names, locations, wards to expect.”
She stood, moving down on the blanket where the twins laid. “Italy is beautiful,” she said with a dark glint in her eye. “Let’s leave our mark on it.”
