#( interaction. alecto carrow )

[nrcissasblack]

When: Firefly Festival (Early afternoon) Where: By the stalls Who: Alecto & Narcissa @ofxalectox

Narcissa had been pleasantly surprised by the variety of stalls at the festival, and the event as a whole. Of course, she could do without the glowing body paint that so many people seemed so fond of, but overall it was a rather nice event. Narcissa wasn't quite sure what she was looking for but she needed to kill time while Lucius was busy socializing with some acquaintances. He had said that she. could come, but she would much rather do some shopping.

One of the stalls with jewelry caught her eye, and while she was rather picky when it came to her jewelry she was hopeful that perhaps there would be something intriguing. Reaching down to pick up a particular necklace, she caught a hint of familiar orange hair coming towards her. Glancing up she spotted Alecto Carrow. "Hello,' she greeted. "You are very orange today, aren't you? The dress is pretty."

[wvsteria]

thea hughes & alecto carrow @withinthem

the other's face was easy to remember. it was the last one they saw before leaving their world. reckless anger building up once again inside them. "alecto." they spoke with hate lacing their words at the sight of them.

[mckns]

When: Firefly Festival Where: Around the stalls Who: Marlene & @ofxalectox

Remus had wandered off and Marlene was left to her own devices. Surely she could handle being on her own. Wandering through Hogsmeade, she was lost within her own world. The lights were so distracting, everything looked so much prettier than it normally did. Marlene loved it and internally promised herself that she would take mushrooms during every Firefly Festival from here on.

Marlene had noticed glowing neon paint on other people, and she couldn't help but to be jealous. She wanted glowing neon body paint, too. She stopped walking, her eyes moving upwards to see the names of the stalls. All the letters were kind of blurry and dancing around, she was having a hard time understanding. Giving up, Marlene turned to the nearest person to her, a pretty red-head that she likely would have recognized if she were sober. "Hey, do you know where to get body painting?"

[mcrlsxmckinnon]

Starter for: @ofxalectox Location: Delirium, Knockturn Alley

Muggle London or Knockturn Alley. Two locations that were either too big to be found by her friends (Muggle London) or where her friends would never go (Knockturn Alley). It were perfect locations to hide out while still being able to enjoy herself. Delirium had become a location she would visit commonly and throughout the many nights, Marlene had gotten to know the redhaired woman better. A woman who had been only a face she had seen while at Hogwarts, but that was it. A woman who had been on a different side of the war but at the bar that did not matter.

"Do you ever leave this bar? I know it is yours but you don't have to be here every night, do you?" With the fact that Alecto was there all the time whenever she was there... It made it look like she never left. It could also be the several alcoholic beverages she had drank thusfar already."

[meetmeafftcrdark]

Su sentido de alerta despertó de inmediato ante la presencia de Alecto Carrow. Sí, definitivamente ahí no se iba a quedar. Afirmó bien a su hijo entre sus brazos, muy consciente también de poder sacar su varita si llegaba a ser necesario– Ya nos íbamos –respondió, de forma cortante, mientras comenzaba a emprender camino de ahí. Gente como Carrow ni siquiera debería estar libre.

Alecto odiaba todo lo relacionado con la Navidad. Mientras para otros era una época de unión familiar y todas esas cursilerías, para ella solo era una fecha más, ya que en su hogar nunca se celebraron esas festividades, especialmente con padres como los suyos. "Oh, no pueden quedarse donde están," sus palabras salieron entre susurros, casi como un siseo venenoso, mientras sus ojos se fijaban en la imagen que le resultaba desagradable. Ver a padres e hijos juntos solo la irritaba más, especialmente al ver a traidores como Frank Longbottom tan feliz.

[unsiriuslydrowninglikereg]

What are your thoughts on Dolores Umbridge x Pandora Lovegood (Dolodora?? Lovebridge?), Hestia Jones x Alecto Carrow (Alestia? Hearthfury?), Petunia Evans x James Potter (Jatunia, I think??) or like, Alastor Moody x Barty Crouch Jr. (Moodkiller, bit dark since Barty kidnaps and impersonates Alastor, but I think it's underrated). I also don't know if some of these have shipnames or not. I don't think Dolores x Pandora or Hestia x Alecto are common enough to have any. If you have shipname ideas please suggest! (Although I guess I'd prefer they don't be too confusing, since I actually still don't know why Kittywater or Saintcurse are called what they are.)

Hi, and sorry for the late response 😅

I have to admit I don’t have much of an opinion about Dolores x Pandora or Hestia x Alecto. I don’t believe Dolores would have a good relationship with Pandora at all, in fact she would be more likely to bully Pandora I think. Dolores, to me, is someone that craves control and perfection, which is the exact opposite of what Pandora wants or is as a person. But I’m always open to other interpretations.

As for Alecto and Hestia, I just don’t know the characters all that well as they’re not that well known in the marauders fandom. But again, I’d be glad to learn more about them.

Petunia and James is a whole other topic to me though 😂 I think they’d definitely be an interesting pairing if written well, though I don’t know in which circumstances they would ever get romantically involved. But I guess, it interests me in the sense that it would kind of shake Petunia’s views on the wizarding world, or set them even more in stone, depending on how the relationship is handled. Overall, I’d definitely like to see what it would look like in a good fic.

Alastor and Barty on the other hand, I feel like wouldn’t work. First of all, I’m pretty sure there’s a large age gap between them ( even more if you take into account Barty’s lore accurate age ) which is kinda 😬. Secondly, I just don’t see them ever interacting in a romantic or friendly way at all. They’re polar opposites in the same way as Pandora and Dolores, except maybe worse, because they’re both set in their own extremes. And don’t get me wrong, I love a good enemies-to-lovers trope, but they just don’t give me that vibe at all. I’m really just seeing two men that would give anything to kill each other because they just see one another as vermine.

And for the name suggestions, I don’t really have any ideas that come to mind rn, sorry 😭. Oh and btw, Kittywater is a mix between Dolores’ interest in cats ( with the cat plates in her office and all ) for the kitty water part and Regulus’ drowning for the water part.

Overall, I’m kinda sorry I couldn’t talk too much about these ships, but it’s really not my thing as I’m not in the more obscure parts of the fandom 😭 I just really like Regulus and would take any opportunity to draw him ( even if it’s kittywater content 😂 )

[theblackswan-and-thewhiterose]

What was Lysianias like with Alecto and Amycus? Did she know her step-cousins?

Oh, yes. They knew about each other. In their earlier years, there wasn’t much interaction between the three. If Lysianias had grown up with Lysistrata and Casimir the twins would’ve despised her (and yes, Alecto and Amycus are fraternal twins in this au).

If she had known them in childhood, Amycus and Alecto would torture Lysianias, but she would be just as merciless when trying to make their lives as miserable as possible. And let me tell you, Lysianias would always win, she is, after all, Casimir’s step-daughter. There is honestly no doubt in my mind that he taught her how to be ruthless, and maybe encouraged her sadistic behavior towards the next gen Carrow twins.

Casimir would’ve never been any prouder the day he found both Amycus and Alecto lying on the floor near-paralyzed after Lysianias had tortured them with the Cruciatus Curse. She’s probably the only one besides Lavinia that has ever genuinely made him smile.

In the original au, they meet at Hogwarts. Of course all three of them were in Slytherin so they were in close proximity of each other. I think Alecto and Amycus would be a few years above Lysianias, but I doubt it would interfere with the mutual disdain they shared for their little cousin.

It was an unspoken truth that she was the child Lysistrata had outside of her marriage with Casimir. Both twins had known for quite some time that they had familial ties with Lysianias. Their eyes would always be on her whenever walking past the young Yaxley girl in the halls, or any other common area they shared (which was a lot considering the fact they went to the same school as each other and were all in Slytherin).

Trust me when I say that Lysianias hated the Carrow twins just as much as they hated her. I don’t think that Lysianias went through her Hogwarts years without getting into at least one altercation with them. There may have been a few incidents where curses were subtly casted, or a few hexes were thrown… but if it was ever the Carrow twins who had come out of these incidents as victors then I assure you that Lysianias would get her revenge.

And that would not be a pretty sight to see…

Speaking of revenge! Lysianias kills Alecto in the Battle of Hogwarts 🤭 and well… Casimir was probably laughing up at them from Hell with nothing but amusement written across his face.

[bryonyparkinsons]

If Bryony had realized that she was about to start a conversation with Alecto Carrow, she would have turned the other way. What her brother saw in a match with her, she would never understand. Their family wasn't so desperate as to need the Carrows! Not when she had married Valerian. She was going to have to try to talk some sense into Arden. She just...couldn't imagine having Alecto at Christmas. If Arden married her she would have to play nice, and Bryony wasn't good at that.

"No," she replied without thinking. But it was farther from the truth than she would care to admit. She put on the appearance of not caring, but Bryony cared too much. "Don't you worry, Valerian and I have plenty of decorations. And we can always get more." She paused. "Alecto," she greeted cooly.

Honestly the mood of most of the wixen world was pretty draining right now. It was putting Alecto in a right mood. Which when she was often feeling pretty bitchy, wasn't the best thing in the world. And so, paired with the moods of everyone else, it wasn't a great time. She was heading down Diagon Alley as she headed towards Knockturn. That alley was much more her style, hence why her bar was on there. It worked well, and she really could not imagine her bar being anywhere else.

She wasn't expecting Bryony Parkinson to talk to her, as had been paused. "Do you care what anyone thinks?" The red head mused, a little grin on her lips. She equally did not care what most people thought. Her opinion was the most important right of all. "Hope you have enough decorations for all that tree"

[harbinger-0f-spring]

Your OC - Narkissos Carrow, have you planned for him to be the father of Alecto and Amycus?

Narkissos won’t have any kids. He’s definitely had a few conquests, but the man doesn’t have any desire to make a meaningful emotional connection with those he interacts with.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of doing so, Narkissos just chooses not to.

[tanketorskk]

oh I do not know those !! is " we " the fandom ? sorry

and yes I have seen people use tiberius before too !! :-D

and who are the people at the bottom ??

All good! But no, that would be me and my roleplay partner. I don’t interact with a tonne of fandom Knights stuff so most of it is based on what the two of us have come up with.

I’ve honestly not seen anyone talk about Nott Senior in ages lol but it’s fun that there’s some overlap! I honestly can’t remember if I got the name from seeing someone else use it or not lol

All of them are essentially ocs lol, but we (my roleplay partner and I) have done our best to make them fit into existing lore etc. Lucernella and Ettiedette Crouch are the younger sisters of Bartemius Crouch Senior and the daughters of Caspar Crouch and Charis Black. This also makes them the aunts of Barty Crouch Junior of course. Rubeline Smoke is the wife of Bruce Mulciber Senior and mother of Bruce Mulciber Junior. She’s also known as Ruby. Kalfr Cowbell is Charity’s uncle. He married Charlise Burbage, a younger sister of Herbert Burbage, Charity’s dad. Kalfr and Charlise also had a son, Colter, aka Charity’s cousin. Spyromine Myrdyrov Carrow is an ancestor of the Carrows Alecto and Amycus. Amphimus Soot Flint is the grandfather of Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch Captain we meet in the original series. He is also the brother of Augusta Flint who later becomes Augusta Longbottom, Frank Longbottoms’s mother and Neville Longbottom’s grandmother. Hyppolyte and Eglantine Rosier are boy/girl twins and French Rosier family members. Their parents are Alphonse Rosier and Ilda Rosier. Ilda is a full-blooded Veela and Alphonse is the brother of Felix Rosier who is the father of Alabaster Rosier (Evan Rosier’s father), Druella Rosier (Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa’s mother) and Acelin Rosier (Pandora’s father).

Hopefully all of this makes just a little bit sense cnfncnfn

[devinabechtel]

CROSSROADS.

Time was moving dangerously fast and unbearably slow all at the same time. Autumn was well underway, the yellowing leaves and incoming chill marking the true death of Summer. The variations in color of the world outside her bedroom window weren’t the only changes this week had brought, however —

Whereas the passing of time was normally marked by her encounters with the man that had sworn to draw Devina’ssecrets out of her — their interactions since that confusing night in the pools underneath Carrow House were few and far between. And though Devina knew she should be glad.. She wasn’t. 

At first, Devina thought he was simply avoiding her. After all, it wouldn’t be too strange considering what had transpired down there between the two of them. But then he missed their scheduled meeting on Wednesday-night, something that struck her as so eerily out of character that she couldn’t even rejoice in the fact that he was the one that finally broke their contract and not her that had induced the Ab Initio.

But with that realization came the paranoia, the brittle and chewed-down fingernails and the endless, sleepless nights. For all she knew — he could have finally lost his patience with her, deciding he had better things to do with his valuable time than to charm and seduce an Order Member into submission. Maybe he choose not to see her because he was re-evaluating his strategy, alienating her so he could slowly revert to his old practices.

The explanation behind his absence that a (reluctant) house-elf had provided, was that their master was simply away on business. It wasn’t too difficult to figure out what this business entailed — when Devina would watch him come home each night covered in someone else’s blood.

She was dying to know and yet too reluctant to find out which way the scale of war was tipping this week. Devina hadn’t seen a copy of the daily prophet in days and she knew better than to bring it up around Alecto or Katrina. Though from the way the house-elves and the portraits dealt in whispers, it was clear something big was happening.

Eventually, her mind started to question what would become of her if Amycus died in battle. Would Katrina allow her to go back home, knowing that might put her and her daughter in danger? Or would she simply be passed along to the next Death Eater, to be imprisoned and tortured all over again? 

The only positive of this cold and strange week was that Alecto had seemed to come alive in the crisp Autumn weather. At least the new roster of activities had offered some form of distraction, even if Devina couldn’t quite stop thinking about Amycus’ hands on her ass.

Every night before bed, she’d take off her stupid turtlenecks in front of the mirror, staring at herself as she ran her fingers the fading bruise on her throat. Certainly not the first one he had given her, but by far the most confusing one. It couldn’t and shouldn’t have happened and yet, it did. Devina wondered if she could fall for someone like him, dark coercive magic and war politics aside.

She wasn’t going to stay long enough to find out, Devina had decided. The fucked-up little fairy tale that he had spun, it had to end. 

She had to leave.

But it wouldn’t be tonight, Devina made herself promise just as she did the night before. She simply couldn’t, not without knowing what her disappearance would mean for Alecto and Katrina. Her escape-plan could only serve as a last resort.

With Amycus away, it was uncannily easy for Devina to explore the Carrow residence unnoticed. By now, she had tried every room she could think of. The library, the ballroom, the kitchens, the conservatory, the music room — Devina had seen and exploited it all. Her discoveries only led to disappointment however, as every door and every window seemed to be all too familiar with her touch.

Devina had only one place left on her list; the crypts beneath Carrow House. And she had left it for last for a very good reason. Alecto had told the tales of the games of hide and seek her and her brother would play down there and though that was precisely what two Slytherin kids would define as an entertaining afternoon activity, she herself didn’t quite share that sentiment. But if there was one thing Devina was certain of, is that the crypt had access to the outside — dragging decompensating corpses through a fancy manor couldn’t have been commonplace, even back in the day. And though it would have been much wiser to respect the bounds that the wards held in place for her, Devina had to know she wasn’t missing any means of escape.

—

The journey into the tombs was child’s play after she managed to sneak past the staff kitchens and the larder. What lay beyond would be the difficult part. Alecto had mentioned a vast network of tunnels behind the crypt, a maze of sorts. But Devina came prepared, a small satchel of mallowsweet at her hip to mark her steps just as little Hansel & Gretel from her grandfather’s bedside stories would have done.

What she couldn’t have prepared herself for, however, was the immediate chill that settled into her bones as she passed underneath the ominous inscription above the entrance. The candelabra’s flickered in protest as she stepped into the crypt.

She had never felt this unwelcome before.

“You can do this.” Devina muttered to herself as she eyed the distance between herself and the end of the crypt. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her shoulders and took a deep, steadying breath. “You’re a witch for Christ’s sake.”

Devina hurried past the rows of tombs, going as quickly as her feet would allow her. But matter how fast she ran, Devinawasn’t able escape the feeling of the many prying eyes on her back as she made her way through the Carrow ancestors’ final resting place. 

It was only after she’d slipped past the last headstone and into the maze of tunnels behind, that she felt it. Devina halted in the dark corridor, her trembling hand creeping up to the back of her neck. A sharp gasp sprang from her lips as she discovered the long, deep scratch that had been etched into her skin.

There was no logical explanation for the following sequence of events, nor was there one for the things she heard and saw in the dark, winding corridors beneath the manor. Devina forced her legs forward step by step, convincing herself that the only way out was through and that there were other, far more terrifying demons that she’d possibly have to face if she didn’t discover a way out tonight. 

But by the time she reached the first fork in the road, Devina wished she had never started this journey in the first place. She was covered in dust, cobwebs and cuts that she couldn’t explain the origins of. That wasn’t the thing that frightened her the most however. It was the chill that had vanished, the mallowsweet that had disappeared and the admission that she was utterly and completely lost. Didn’t Amycus warn her that this would happen?

At the second crossroads, Devina was certain she had lost her mind. A clock sounded in the distance. Forcing herself not to question where it came from, she counted — one, two, three. Had it really been two hours?

With her heartbeat running frantic, Devina picked up the pace of her steps and began running her hands over the wet cobblestone to assure she wasn’t going around in circles. It felt like an entirety before the network of tunnels spat her back out — right at the place where she started from.

Devina stumbled into the open space, exhaling a big breath of relief before placing her hands her knees in an effort to catch her breath. She never should have been down here, that much was clear — but at least she was out.

After a minute or two Devina straightened her back, ready to cut her losses and make her way back to her chambers when she noticed the figure at the entrance of the crypt. A chill ran down the full length of her spine. Devina blinked — certain her eyes were playing tricks on her wary mind.

Until it moved.

Her chest tightened, blind fear gripping her as she retreated back into the tunnels. She couldn’t hear, couldn’t see — her lungs fighting for air as she ran further and further into the maze. And then the last bit of breath was knocked out of her, too, as she collided with something tall and strong.

It was then that Devina completely lost it — bloodcurdling scream tearing from her lips as she kicked and clawed against whatever had appeared in front of her.

[nvrcissasm]

Narcissa's lips curled in a to a faint smile as she regarded her friend. "I suppose with having the pair of them, you've got a good chance of you both having one that takes after you more than the other. But you never know, it could end with them both having a healthy mix of both."

She hummed in amusement at Alecto's words about their upbringing. A joke as it may be, it also wasn't all that far from the truth either. "Oh I'm sure if our parents would have thought about it, they'd have had it in there without a question." She shook her head lightly.

"I was thinking more of a swift kick in the ribs in the middle of the night ought to do it." She chuckled, "I'm sure you must remember all to well how that feels from tiny feet when you least expect it. Though a curse would also work if it came to it."

Taking a sip from her tea, Narcissa shook her head once more. "Now now. Just you focus on your own children's training and leave my son's to me."

Alecto gave a short, amused laugh, her arms folding loosely over her chest. “Honestly, I’d be more surprised if they didn’t take after me. Though Rabastan’s hoping for at least one quiet one.” It was already evident that Asteria held some of her fathers traits.

She tilted her head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “We might as well have all been handed the Pureblood Handbook in our cribs." It was said in jest, but at a young age, she stood firmly behind her upbringing.

At the mention of Lucius, her expression softened just enough to show shared understanding. “He’ll manage. And if he doesn’t, a well-placed curse tends to help realign priorities. You’ve done the hard part, he can lose some sleep for the heir.”

She gave a dry chuckle, shaking her head. “As for the war comment, please. I’m not that cruel. I’ll wait until he can at least walk before I start training him.”

[xrodolphusxxlestrangex]

you've got no place to hide and i'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside. one look in my eyes and you're running 'cause I'm coming, gonna eat you alive. your heart hits like a drum. the chase has just begun. one misstep, you're mine. and you better stay clever if you wanna survive.

basics. 

name: rodolphus desiderius lestrange. pronunciation: rō-doll-fi-us. des-i-e-di l-rius. le-strange. meaning: famous wolf. ardent desire. hound of the borderland. birthday: january 17th. capricorn.  age: thirty-two.  pronouns: he + him.  sexuality: heterosexual.  siblings: rabastan. alessandra.  parents: roderick lestrange (father). astraea lestrange neè carrow (mother). other family: extended lestrange family. extended black family. extended carrow family (amycus and alecto carrow; cousins.) languages: english.  current residence: london.  born: london. 

wizard fun. 

hogwarts house: slytherin.  year of graduation: 1967. affiliation: death eater.  occupation: unspeakable; thought chamber.  pet: none. blood status: pureblood. species: wizard.  patronus: crow. the crow is a very well-known bird that some believe is an omen of dark magic. the crow is very resourceful, ambitious, and cunning. once they set a goal, they always seem to get what they’re after. crows are also fearless. regardless of what sort of creature they find in the way of their goal, they will do anything they can to overpower it. they are also very smart and have been observed using tools to achieve their means. boggart: not being noticed.  amortentia scent: peanut brittle, paint, new books, burning cedar.  wand type: apple wood. dragonheart string. unyielding. 12 inches.

appearance. 

height: 5’ 10” hair color: brown black.  eye color: piercing blue.  hair style: parted to the side with light use of product. fashion style: black. leather. form-fitting. rings with larger, expensive gems.

personality. 

positive traits: + resourceful + charming  negative traits: - condescending - overconfident

theme song: monsters by ruelle. 

quick facts.

roderick may as well as have been god in rodolphus' young mind, later replaced by voldemort. -- and himself as a close second.

the only time rodolphus cared anything about rabastan was after the younger boy went to school. they didn't have much interaction but rodolphus kept an eye out to be sure he didn't disparage the lestrange name. perhaps he should have paid attention to the trash alessandra was bound to become.

it's not common knowledge but rodolphus is a legilimens. although he has the power it's more of a power-trip knowing he has it in his back pocket more than anything else. he enjoys being a jack of all trades

he charms anything that moves. people either love, hate or fear him based on what he wants from them. he's used to playing with people's minds.

not only a pretty face and frightening, rodolphus is as intelligent as they come. he aced his schooling. in order to succeed in life, one needed knowledge. another notch on his "being in control" belt.

so much more.

headcanons.

click here. updated frequently.

bio.

from the time rodolphus was born, it was clear that he was the future man of the house. there would be no mistake that their first son would be anything but and roderick took him under his wing immediately, leaving astraea to her own sensibilities. this gave rodolphus his first lesson: marriage was out of convenience and had nothing to do with love. roderick would even go so far as to teach his true son that love only gets in the way of one’s purpose in life, leaving rodolphus with a cold heart and large ambitions. he was his father’s puppet, being molded into what a lestrange should be and always was. rodolphus took to it like a fish out of water. he became so self-involved, focused, and prideful that there was no way humble was in his cards. the only love he felt was toward himself, part of the prestigious lestrange family and the sacred twenty-eight that spanned more time than other families only dared dream.

as his siblings followed, nothing changed for rodolphus. he didn’t take the caring big brother role. they were two little beings that made loud noises, got too close to him, and made too many messes. the only thing that amused him was their stupid questions to which he would give them wrong answers. he would confuse them and point them in the wrong way any chance he got. rabastan and alessandra had no chance. luckily for all three of them, the threesome wouldn’t be under one roof for too long as he was on his way to Hogwarts first.

when he was sorted into slytherin – the sorting hat skimming his brown black hair – the room erupted. there was no doubt that’s where he would be however, having a lestrange in the house again was something to be celebrated. having rodolphus in the house was to be celebrated. in his seven years, the young charismatic man charmed nearly everyone he met, whether that meant having them head over heels with him or being utterly terrified and willing to do anything for him. he was a success in everything he touched, including his classes. well, not classes pertaining to muggles which were a waste of time. but everything else – everything else – he mastered. he wanted to be prepared for anything and that meant knowledge. without knowledge there was simply no way to win. he had roderick to thank for that little gem.

surprisingly, when rabastan came to school, he did keep an eye on him. he wasn’t entirely sure why, but he felt like his younger brother was weak and, although rodolphus didn’t much care in the traditional sense, he didn’t want to see anything happen to him or the lestrange name. however, when alessandra came and was sorted into hufflepuff he immediately cut her off and refused her existence. she may have had the lestrange name but was not a lestrange. her life kept going in the wrong direction. worse and worse. she was a disappointment and deserved everything she got. she was lucky she was still alive. for the time being.

nearing the end of his stay at hogwarts the inevitable happened: the engagement announcement. he knew who it was. he had known his whole life. hell, she had known. he didn’t act surprised when they announced “Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black are to be wed.” he simply raised his glass, put on a fake, charming smile he’d become so accustomed to, put his arm around her and nodded to the crowd. the wedding came and went. he could have done worse than bellatrix. she was a strong woman who could maintain herself. she wasn’t terrible to look at. to be honest, they were an attractive couple. they were an intimidating couple when they worked together – if they worked together. but like he learned from his father, love could get in the way of the bigger picture, and he couldn’t let that get in the way. right?

after leaving hogwarts, rodolphus knew where he stood in society and drank it up like the lavish champagne he would pour down the drain. he had the money and power that made it impossible to not be accepted into the ministry. he aimed to become unspeakable, leaving part of his life a secret only he could enjoy. the rest of his life was on display but behind the scenes in the thought chamber, rodolphus learned how the mind worked in a way no one ever could have. it was his chance to get yet another upper hand on those surrounding him. knowing it would increase his already dark abilities, it was only a matter of time before he learned to get inside the minds of society, whether it be the upper echelon or rotten scoundrels that deserved to live in the muck. legilimens was his aim, and a legilimens he became. yet another upper hand, as if it needed anymore.

as the war progressed, rodolphus sat back and watched it unfold, ever so perceptive with the dark mark beneath the dark sleeves he was forever seen in. the mark pumped through his veins like a heartbeat. if there was anyone dedicated to the dark lord, it was he. when he was called upon, rodolphus did the lord’s bidding on a whim, not thinking twice. the tasks he was given gave him pure adrenaline, only deepening his love for the wicked and cleansing the world of the unworthy.

rodolphus lestrange presented a strong face, keen mind and mystery to the world that could frighten anyone without his trying. what they didn’t know was the depths of his cruelty, his killings, his torture and, most of all, his lust for it.

[mcrcki]

“well, no one told me the city could be this exciting.” emma mused, having all too much fun hunting down that little muggle girl. it was better than she could have hoped, signing up for these dates to simply cure even a smidge of her boredom, but she never expected it to be this entertaining. “do things like this happen often, or am i just lucky?”

@dcpravities​ for alecto carrow

[lucetalksalot-archived]

Where: Upscale bar in Diagon Alley Who: Alecto @ofxcarrowsx​

Lucinda loved going to Delirium but when it came to getting drinks with Alecto she always insisted that they go somewhere else so that Alecto’s employees didn’t bother her and so she could get a break. She always looked forward to meeting with Alecto, she had come to respect the other woman since getting to know her better. She felt like they both had similar beliefs and there was always the unspoken fact that they had both been Death Eaters during the war, and both women had done what they had to to stay out of trouble. Lucinda had been glad for the blossoming friendship, in a world that could be so catty and hard to trust other people, she trusted Alecto.

Glancing up when the other woman approached her table, a smile formed on her lips. “Hey!” She greeted. “I’m so glad that you could make it, how are you?” Lucinda asked. Even though she was exhausted from a long day of Quidditch practice, she had been determined to get out. Sometimes it felt like she worked too much, but it was what it was. “I feel like it’s been forever,” she mused with a laugh.

[ofxsorcery]

Cressida considered it a small win when Alecto gave in and actually turned back to her again. Sure, it was only that and one word, but it was better than not being able to help her. So indeed, she printed the name label with the department where Alecto needed to be according to the appointment in the papers and then handed it to the woman. “If you move in that direction, you will find the elevators you need. Second floor and the waiting room will be there. The Healer knows you are on your way.”

Alecto felt an anger build in her, intensified with the hormones that surged through her. She was tired of losing those that were supposed to be close to them to mudbloods. Their blood tainted and families destroyed. Loyalty and blood meant nothing nowadays. "Fine," she turned to face the blonde, waiting for her to do the name printing and sending her where she needed to be.