for someone of alecto’s familial ties and status, one would think she knew how to behave herself in a social setting. but that was the thing; being deprived of the things she wanted the most often made her fight for them. looking at rabastan lestrange, for example, she flashed back to the months of fighting and the threats. the arguments that brought her makeup running down her cheeks and her body shaking, the lingering threat of doom that would follow her into her own house come that summer.
looking at rabastan, alecto realised that she hadn’t changed in the least. if anything, alecto was more misbehaved. less afraid of consequences. and still very much in loathing of the boy. that prat, she muttered in her mind as her stare bored into him. the hate was irrational, but that was the thing about anger; it always had unintended victims. @rabstrange
