Alma Carrow

‘I was high’ didn’t seem like an appropriate response and to be honest he had no clue how much his sister knew about his habits, if she knew anything at all. He just shrugged. “You knew I was alive.” He leaned back, resting his head on the back of the sofa, even being up was tiring for him these days. “Is this the part where you tell me what happened? It’s something with Dad, right? I haven’t heard from him.”

She knew what he wanted to say but didn’t. Alma was waiting for him to bring it up knowing he would more than likely get defensive if she did. “Dad died.” She said bluntly. “He was killed during the last attack. There wasn’t anything anyone can do.” 

“No idea. Rowle told me to come. I came. Lest she remind me of how many times she got my ass out of going to Azkaban,” she smiled at Alma too-sweetly, before it fell to a smirk. “At least you won’t have to deal with family Christmas.”

Alma rolled her eyes and did not hide it. There were a few comments she could make about Aly having to keep Sofia out of Azkaban but she held her tongue. “My family is still in mourning Zabini, don’t be so insensitive. We miss my father dearly.” 

Xander had a vague idea that something had happened but to be honest the attack had caused him to be so anxious he took anything he could get his hands on and he’d been so high he couldn’t think about anything since. Nor did he want to. He knew if he didn’t pick up calls long enough, his sister would show up to talk to him. He’d changed his guard spells to not let her in for the last few days since the attack, so when he finally lowered them he knew it probably wouldn’t be long before she showed up so he opened his door and sat on his couch waiting.

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Alma had been checking on her brothers place, tempted to try and destroy the guard spells herself but left them up. If he needed time then she would give it to him. The day that he finally opened up his home again, she was there. It was obvious he’d been expecting her and she wasn’t surprised in the slightest when the door was open. “You could have at least answered the phone once or sent me a text.” She said, sitting down beside him. 

“What exactly is the point of these?” She stated, standing next to the other girl and sipping her champagne. “These parties are redundant and I’m never throwing one for a stupid holiday.” 

She kept walking, until the younger woman’s words caught up to her. Aly turned to look at her, brow raised. “Well. I’m impressed.” She considered her for a moment, before nodding for her to follow her towards her office. “But it was taken care of completely. Because I’m not dealing with another Zabini crisis where I have to frame forty people to cover someone’s ass.”

At the complement Alma straightened up a bit, standing ever so slightly taller. “Of course it was, you really don’t think I would make such a mistake like Zabini do you?” She scoffed at the insult. “The timing was right and it will blend in with the mayhem. Plus I don’t leave my witnesses alive.” 

“I swear to God if they missed…” she grumbled, heels clicking on the floor furiously as she walked down the hall. Aly pursed her lips when she saw the younger woman and snapped her fingers to get her attention. “Hi. Darling. I need you here with me.” She nodded for her to follow her. “Where were you?”

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Alma followed along silently, “I was taking care of some business.” She smirked. “I should let you know that my father’s going be be unable to join us.” 

He looked in his sister’s eyes and tried to believe but the drugs had too strong of a hold on him. He just felt empty. “Maybe.” He replied, without any feeling. It was true his father was a problem but even without him, Xander wasn’t sure he could change. He was too far gone. “But even with him gone I wouldn’t be good enough.” That was his truth, a junkie too far gone, with no future. “And he has his reasons, whether we understand or not.”

Alma kept her grip on his arms, staring intently at him. Looking deeper at him then just the surface. “You are more than enough. You’re my twin but I wouldn’t waste my time on you if that weren’t true.” While she believed every word she said, her feelings certainly blinded her from how bad things truly were for Xander. “I’m going to make things better and then I will help you.” She said firmly, mind set. “I’ll talk to you soon.” With that Alma gave her brothers arm one last squeeze before standing up, taking a few steps away before she apparated. 

Xander felt a spike of anxiety at even just the name of his aunt. It was such a rare combination of sounds that it sounded strange to him. He flicked his eyes to her, a calm look but hinged with sadness. “It wont get any better. It never will.” He replied, also in French. The truth was he’d given up on the concept of change for the better a while ago. About the same time he’d broken up with Phoebe. That had been when he had accepted his life was always going to be this way. “Anyway, I’m not sure I’m capable of change anymore than he is.”

Alma moved quickly, getting up and grabbing his arms. Her grip was firm but not to tight. Caring. “You can change. But not with him around. Don’t you see, you’re not the problem He is.” She told him. Pleaded with him. Alma loved her brother and hated how he had become. This shell of a person. She had decided a long time ago that she was going to help Alexander and now she was finally going to do it. 

Xander listened, keeping his eyes on the flames, partly to hide his expression though he knew his twin would know anyway. “You know he doesn’t really trust us. Never has and never will.” He dropped his eyes to the ground for a second before looking up. “He knows that we’ll do what we’re told at the time though, so I guess he feels like he doesn’t need to tell us.”

She nodded, looking down at the ground for a while. She could feel his eyes on her but she continued to look down. “I wonder if this is how Aunt Alecto felt at times.” The words spilled out before she could stop them. Their brothers twin always a forbidden topic. Their father had thrown her under the bus to save himself. She knew that their father wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to his children. Quickly Alma looked up. “Aren’t you sick of all this? I know you are. I could change things for us Xander.” The last sentence in French. More meaningful. 

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Xander flicked his wand and watched another log fly into the flames in front of them before flicking his eyes over to his twins face. “Is there something you want to talk about? Because you have this look on your face like maybe you do.” He leaned back, crossing his legs on front of him. “Did something happen with Dad?”

Alma let out a sigh, sitting back while crossing her legs. “Dad has been getting on my nerves recently.” She said, obvious annoyance in her voice. “Ever since the incident in July he’s been bothering me. He says he trusts us but didn’t even tell us anything. He still doesn’t tell me anything, just uses me. I’m suppose he always has- I’m just finally sick of it.” 

“Oh please. Do make this look more suspicious and obvious,” she deadpanned, taking her gaze off from the letter the other had placed on her desk. She rolled her eyes and reached out to take it. “And Daddy Dearest couldn’t deliver this himself?” 

Alma shrugged, she could be subtle if she wanted too but she was annoyed at the moment. She’d been in a state of annoyance ever since Christmas in July. “You know him, always thinking he’s too important and too busy to do menial tasks such as this.” 

“You better have an appointment,” she said, not bothering to look back at who’d come in as she started down the hall. “We’re busy today so whatever it is better be important.”

“I have a note for you.” She told her. “It’s from my father.” Alma reached into her purse, pulling out said note and placed it on the desk between them. 

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♕ —- “I didn’t realize you had actual feelings that could be hurt, Carrow,” he said pausing only a moment to finish the sentence he had been reading before he looked in her direction. “What do you need, Alma?”

“You’re right I don’t” She said, waiting for him to actually look up at her. “What do you know about the attempted dragon attack?” Her father wasn’t telling her anything for once and she knew not to bother him too much. So now she had to ask others. “Or rather, did you know about it before it happened?” 

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♕ —- Carefully and neatly, he closed up the newspaper that he had been reading. “My little dark corner of the world is a little out of the way,” he gestured around himself. “What do you want,” the cursebreaker asked as he rested back in his seat. 

“Couldn’t I just want to drop by and see how you’re doing?” Alma asked, taking a seat. “Am I that unwelcomed? You’re going to hurt my feelings.”

Xander shrugged. “I assume I’ll be expected to make an appearance but I was hoping to sneak out as soon as I can. You going?”

She nodded. “Yes I have to make at least some sort of appearance. But father also wants me to attend some sort of meeting going on? It’s all so hush-hush that I don’t even think he knows the details.”

“Are you going to that Christmas in July party at the Malfoy’s this year?” he asked rather tiredly to her brother.