#immoralstart.

“Oh, fuck,” the words spilt from Alecto’s mouth as she woke with a start. She must have fallen asleep somewhere between a few bites of ice cream and a few shots of firewhiskey. She straightened up in the chair she sat in, blinking her eyes until she finally felt a little more awake. It was fine. The night was fine. Amycus was... somewhere, and mercifully she hadn’t seen one Lucius Malfoy. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and she’d take small blessings. She fiddled with something in her hands, before looking down and swearing. A beat passed, and she huffed. A smile spread across her face, feral and wide. “Alright. Very funny. Who put the charm in my hand? I just wanna know. We gotta talk.”