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SEND ME āŖ FOR A DRABBLE OF OUR MUSES:Ā based on this random scenario generator.
Alecto gets a contract to assassinate Orion.
The shouts that cut through Grimmauld Place was the only source of noise in the past two hours. Walburga was gone, off to Diagon Alley those poor unfortunate souls. In the study, Orion merely looked up from the stack of papers in front of him, eyeing the door only he and his house elves could open. He waited. A moment of silence passed. As Orion reached for his wand, the door suddenly burst open with a ray of bright light.
The first thing he saw was the half-dead house elf thrown into the middle of the room. His eyes trailed up to the woman leaning against the broken doorway, dressed in all black, breathing calm.
āOrion Blackā¦ā She wore an innocent smile, her wand dangling between her fingertips.
Before he could grab his wand, a red spark launched it across the room. Orion pounded his fists on his desk as he stood up.
āAlecto! What is the-ā Orion choked on his words, gasping to take the breath that was just out of reach. He struggled to focus on Alecto as the edges of his study started to blur into blank space.Ā āYou-cunt-ā
A trembling hand reached out towards her as if by sheer will he could make her stop, but he only slumped forward, knocking off the minimal items on his desk. Orion was powerless, and soon lifeless.
āYour time has come, old man.ā
