#c1. alecto carrow

[fabiansacharmer]

WHEN: Saturday, 30 May, 1979 WHERE: Château Cheval, JWL/WGB Formal WHO: Alecto Carrow @c-alecto​​​​ & Fabian Prewett

“Oh. Hey.”

[carrowscurse]

Amycus fawned at herself in the mirror, twirling her hips in a figure eight and watching the fabric sway, needles and all. Alecto had a point. The crooked, toothy smile spread between the rosy apples of her cheeks did not often attract men; if anything, they cowered at it. What was it about a Carrow that made them so hard to look in the eye?

“They do like looking up my skirts, don’t they?” Amy giggled. “Even the Mudbloods.” She scowled. “It’s not as cute when they do it.”

when: 10 September 1980 where: Low Street 6/66 who: Aly + @carrowscurse

“Doesn’t matter what Headmaster’s rules are, yer hemline should always be a meter shorter than this.” Aly instructed from below, a knee pressing into floorboards as she worked at the skirt. There was a needle hanging from the corner of her lips, while an eleven of concentration drew itself between her brows. “’ow else ya think we’ll find a suitor? Yer smile?”