#alecto 001

He decided it was best to use a translator.

Taking a copy of the exert on the plant he needed he went to the office of Ms Carrow and waited for his turn.

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Where: Alecto’s home

Amycus arrived to his sister’s place with a bottle of her favorite wine. He knew what she liked and he liked to spoil her with those little things. They always spent a lot of time together, and today was no difference. Except this evening they had to talk business. Her lounge and his club were, for some people, part of the same experience. 

People would go to the lounge, have a drink and get in the mood before moving to Amycus club. Once he arrived, he used his key and invited himself in. “Hello?” He called as he walked in. He placed the wine on top of a table and took off his jacket. “Alecto?” He called his sister before tossing the jacket to a servant. “Where’s my sister?”

Eleanora was still bothered by Alecto’s arrest. She had so many questions about what happened, and Eleanora hated having questions. She didn’t understand why Alecto was arrested in the first place, what had made those responsible for the attacks name Alecto as a co conspirator? The attack was not at all in Alecto’s wheelhouse; Eleanora knew magic in general was not Alecto’s strong suit. Even more concerning was the fact that Alecto had actually had an alibi for the night of the attack, something Eleanora knew firsthand. Eleanora did not like the fact that someone could not only be arrested for something they didn’t do, but also found guilty and imprisoned without so much as checking their alibi.

At least now that Alecto had escaped from Azkaban, there was some hope for answers. Eleanora took her time strategizing how, precisely, she should go about contacting Alecto. Once she had a plan, she waited a few weeks for things to settle down a little, then went to see Amycus. She knew it would be a fine line to walk. There was no question that the aurors would have Amycus under observation so she couldn’t say anything to imply he knew where Alecto was. At the same time, she couldn’t be so subtle in asking after Alecto that Amycus wouldn’t realize what she was doing. In the end, all she could do was say her piece and hope it was enough.

A few days later, Eleanora got her answer when she entered her workshop on the grounds of Burke Lodge to find Alecto there waiting for her. Someone else might have embraced their friend, but Eleanora had never been a hands-on person. Instead, she just smiled. “If you can get in here when it’s locked, I may need to update my wards.”

Moody had mainly stationed himself on the outskirts of the room, keeping an eye over the whole room as he walked along with it. As well as getting an idea of what was going on, staying mostly out of the crowds would allow any of the order members to easily find him if the occasion called for it. Yet, as an invited guest he did have to make an appearance among the other guest occasionally to keep from seeming rude. While he didn’t have the reputation of being overly social, he did not want to be portrayed as rude by the Purebloods who’d like to gossip about it. It was good to have an into there would, especially now that the war was raging even harder.

It was on one of these expeditions that he’d noticed a certain woman being pestered by a drunken man, begging for a dance she’d clearly denied multiple times. He stopped to watch, just to keep an eye on the situation. While he believed Alecto Carrow was a woman who could take care of herself it seemed the man talking to her had no care to what she was saying unless it was what he was harassing her for.  It had gone on for several minutes before he made the decision to jump in, clearly, the man wasn’t giving up and Alastor was sure if he kept it up he’d be leaving the ball with some nasty hexes thrown at him, maybe worse.

Once he’d walked up to the pair, he cleared his throat making his presence known and drawing the attention of the man towards him instead of on Alecto. “ Actually, I recall Alecto promising me a dance once in a bar, I think it’s only fair she fulfills that promise before taking any offers from men who look about half a drink away from pissing themselves.” Alastor asserted, doubting any other method would work on the sad excuse of a person who’d spend their time harassing.  

Melaina’s expression relaxed into a smile when she saw Alecto. Finally, someone she didn’t feel like she had to be false around or act like she cared one jot about Quidditch. “Tell me,” she said, sidling up to her, “that you have some belladonna or something with you so I can end my suffering now before another person yells at me over whatever is going on there.” She waved a dismissive hand towards the Quidditch players flying over the pitch. The only one she could even name was Sebastian. She didn’t care about the rest. A flute of champagne was in her hand and she had lost count of how many she had gone through now — a worrying fact given how much of a lightweight she was but she felt perfectly fine, thank you very much.

Dirk hadn’t been to a lot of professional Quidditch games. It hadn’t even been a possibility until after he left Hogwarts, and since he had been focusing on staying frugal with his money and building up a career. The game he had played through school had taken a backseat in comparison so when he saw the opportunity to get tickets for the Cup Final he jumped at it. He bought a ticket for Alecto without even asking her if she wanted to go and only then set about trying to persuade her. The Arrows not getting into the Final had been a minor disappointment but Dirk didn’t really care all that much about that in comparison to the atmosphere and excitement of being at such a big game. “See, isn’t this fun. Aren’t you glad you came?” he said, nudging Alecto.

Uhm no, this seat-- i-isn’t taken, no. 

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At nearly three, Daphne was just beginning to understand the concept of birthdays, at least insomuch as there was a special day where you got presents. Lilavati was not sure if she understood that she wouldn’t get presents on Astoria’s birthday, and she clearly did not understand that not everyone gave you a present on your birthday. Lilavati had made the mistake of going out to run some errands with the girls before Ambrose came over for a birthday dinner for Astoria, and so far Daphne had demanded presents from two shopkeepers and one very flustered seamstress at Madam Malkin’s. Lilavati had decided to abandon the rest of the errands she’d planned on accomplishing and was in the process of shepherding Daphne back to the Leaky Cauldron where they could floo home when her eldest broke away and made a beeline for a red-haired witch on the other side of the street. 

Lilavati groaned inwardly when she realized Daphne had approached none other than Alecto Carrow. There weren’t many people Lilavati liked from Emmett’s days as a death eater, but Alecto was one she particularly disliked. The redhead’s arrogant and chaotic nature rubbed Lilavati the wrong way, and she got the sense that her distaste was reciprocated. Nevertheless, she hurried after Daphne and reached the two just in time to watch as her daughter grabbed Alecto’s robe with both hands and demanded, “Bahan birthday present.” After a moment’s consideration, Daphne seemingly decided to implement some of the manners Lilavati was striving to teach her and added, “please.”

Lilavati locked the wheels of Astoria’s stroller and knelt to gently loosen Daphne’s grip on Alecto. Once Lilavati had successfully pulled Daphne back and had a firm grip on her hand, she stood and offered Alecto a polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “My apologies. It’s Astoria’s first birthday and Daphne is very excited. She hasn’t yet learned how to tell who is and isn’t a friend.” She left the implication that Alecto was, in fact, not a friend hanging in the air.