#thread: alecto carrow

[xsinistraxlowex]

where: lucissa wedding who: @ofxalectox

The ceremony was beautiful and she wasn't going to complain about the reception. All that mattered to the witch was free alcohol for the night. She was expecting the Black and Malfoy's to go all out and they didn't disappoint. Sinistra caught sight of the redhead, making her way over.

"You look stunning." She was surprised to see the number of people dressed in black, but the witch did look beautiful in her dress. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

[antoninxdolohovx]

"You think I'd let you walk around me." He smirks, every bit confident that he would step in her path to keep her from doing so. A game played with Alecto always did end with an appeasing win; for both of them. "Plus, you do enjoy my company." He pointed out matter factually.

Antonin took a step closer, bridging the space between them. "It has been some time since you ventured to another place." He had been busy with work and helping with getting the Lestrange brothers out and back, but now with that matters settled, he could turn his attention elsewhere. "I was about to go to that place," his home, "care to join me for a drink?"

The red head smirked as she watched Antonin stand directly in front of her. She should have expected nothing less. "I could just walk around you" She pointed out, the smirk still on her lips. Of course, she wasn't going to actually do that, since that would be letting Antonin think he had won. And he had defiantly not won.

"Always a first time for everything Antonin." She mused, still smirking. She had no intentions of complaining though. After all, he had never left her unsatisfied. Not as of yet. "is it so?" She mused with a laugh. "i do venture out of Knockturn alley every so often"

[bcrtiesjr]

the delirium bar was probably one of his favourite spots. there was always good music, good food, good drinks, and a bloody good view. oh, yes. alecto always managed to make barty form a mischievous smile on his lips, but it never went beyond that. glances, words, maybe the brush of their hands. somehow, he’d always held back for different reasons, but tonight, the circumstances were entirely different for them both. however, that wasn’t about to stop his usual sarcastic remarks, the flirtations that seemed to come as naturally as breathing to the heir of the crouch name. " so, is it true, then? you're getting married? " a dramatic sigh escaped his lips, his elbows resting on the bar as his hands cradled his face. his pale eyes fixed on her, a pout curling his lips. " what's it like to break half the wizarding world's heart, hmm? including mine, " he asked, a hint of feigned innocence lacing his words while a playful grin danced across his face.

ft. 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ( @ofcarrowisms ) 📍 DELIRIUM BAR

[impcrios]

@ofcarrowisms

he wouldn't normally find himself in knocturn alley but he knew that this was a place where his father's children had frequented and he was trying his best to... get to know them, but he felt out of place, like maybe they could smell the half-bloodedness of him, that he didn't exactly belong, but was in some ways trying to. he fixes his collar, it feeling too tight as he walks up to the bar and tries to order a drink. "do you have any.... specials tonight?" peter had gone to a few clubs in his lifetime but nothing that felt quite high stakes as this.

[amycuses]

( drew starkey | cis man | he&him ) — was that amycus carrow passing through diagon alley? those close to them say they remind them of smile lingering in the face of danger; fire that dances beneath one's eyes - shall we burn it all to the ground?; clenched fists, knuckles bruised and scarred; a rebel without a cause, you were moulded by spite, which i suppose seems to fit that slytherin alumnus. they’re actually pretty resourceful, cruel, and impulsive for a twenty-seven year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a hit wix in the ministry of magic. rumor has it that the pureblood is aligning with the death eaters. i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.

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full name: amycus carrow nickname: none he likes gender / pronouns: cis man & he/him dob / age: tba & twenty-seven ethnicity: english sexual orientation: bisexual blood status: pureblood loyalty: death eaters (unmarked) education: hogwarts house: slytherin

father: tba carrow. mother: tba mother. siblings: alecto carrow, twin sister. other: tba

hair colour: the light brown where you know he was blonde as a kid eye colour: blue dominant hand: left tics: clenching jaw, drumming fingers distinguishing marks: scar across his right eyebrow

traits: resourceful, arrogant, dogmatic, audacious, manipulative, incisive, impulsive, cruel astrology: tba mbti: estp enneagram: type 8, the challenger alignment: chaotic neutral / chaotic evil

past.

once a bright, sensitive kid, so far ago it seems almost like a dream, one far from reality. the memories of laughter despite father's cruetly and cold gaze, a light that could shine despite carrow manor's oppressive, sultry darkness. what do you do with all this love when you have nowhere to give it, no one to receive it? you get rid of it and you are moulded into what you were meant to be.

sensitivity and emotions turn into spite and anger. towards father and mother, towards the world. amycus doesn't have much of a childhood, from both lessons and mr. carrow's creative punishments to being dragged along into meetings with important people or playing the charming son in mother's social events, the carrow heir begins to look down on his peers - wasting their time with silly, childish games, they could never handle what he did, deal with all his responsibilities. jealousy had turned into arrogance. he didn't want what he couldn't have, anyway. and whatever he wanted, he would get.

at hogwarts he is very selective with who he surrounds himself with. purebloods or peers from well off, influential families, his equals. the rest amycus will engage with only when he needs something, making them a part of a 'grand scheme' or whatever he had come up with at the time. he spent little time on the subjects that didn't interest him as grades did not matter - why would they? his future was set, he was to inherit everything his father owned and built, or inherited from his father before him. money or such matters as worrying about his future job would never matter to a carrow.

so at hogwarts he focuses more on the social aspect of the school, in other words - doing dumb shit with his mates, parties and quidditch. as expected, not long after he graduates a job at the ministry is guaranteed.

a useful asset to the dark lord as there are rarely any lines he wouldn't cross, amycus fixates on receiving the dark mark at last. not so much for the cause itself or even voldemort, but because he was good at his job. he belonged there. it both killed him and made him feel alive.

headcanons & other.

very obsessive when he has a set goal, but achieving it doesn't bring much satisfaction as he moves onto the next thing. hates the feeling of boredom or emptiness which prompts some of his worse decisions <3

he is the older twin and won't let you forget it but also it means he is very much of an eldest sibling, cannot grasp the possibility of ever being wrong or people not abiding to his every wish (which is automatically a command) (he knows best) (he's just taking care of people you see).

was raised with blood purity ingrained in his mind, yes, but tbh he's more so just classist. he doesn't vibe with #poor purebloods either.

thanks to spending most of his childhood among his father and his associates, amycus can argue for hours without budging or easily slip into politician sweet talk where he's being charming but not really saying anything of substance.

full of spite and anger that has been penting up since early childhood. joined the hit wix forces as a way to channel all that pent up energy into physical work (besides infiltrating the ministry from the inside to be able to help out death eaters, but u know)

trust issues + major both daddy and mommy issues (everyone around him vc: yea we can tell)

wanted connections.

best friends from childhood or the hogwarts days till present day

most likely in the same group as the above but his bestie fellow death eaters

past or current flings, though he probably wouldn't have wanted anything serious.

enemies. this is very broad but there's lots to do bc he is unsufferable and has done lots of ppl wrong whether on purpose or not (most likely on)

workers at the ministry who know he works with the death eaters but have no proof & are on his ass waiting for him to slip up. amycus quite enjoys the cat and mouse games.

betrothed that he avoids as much as he can and is looking for loops to delay or break it off. maybe he thinks she isn't the right choice or thinks the time isn't right as he'd rather focus on death eatery stuff.

partner in crime, they bring out the worst out of each other #toxic #defnothealthy <3

[antoninxdolohovx]

Antonin was too sober for this shit. The gremlins running around disgusted him. The mudbloods and halfbloods a disgrace to their society, and yet he was subjected to their presence. If only he didn't have to hide his truth and unleash their judgement day by his hands.

Instead, he was caught by red hair, meandering over to find what held Alecto Carrows attention. "Body Paint? Is that what you are considering?" It felt like a very muggle thing to do.

Where: Firefly Festival, Near the body paint station

When: Around 6pm

Who: Alecto and open

There were still way too many children around for her liking. She supposed that was what happened when one came to Hogsmeade. But it really was not her thing at all. That was why she had a bar in Knockturn alley. It kind of stopped the children coming. Of course, Alecto could have just not come, that would have solved this, but she figured she should at least show her face. It was getting kind of late, or well, late in the afternoon, and so surely the children would be going back to school soon. Alecto certainly hoped so.

The red head paused near the body paint station, tilting her head to the side. She wasn't one against body modifications. She did have a fair few tattoos after all, but that body paint, seemed very interesting indeed. She bit her lip, trying to decide if she would go for some or not.

[fcrox]

He was a lion among the weak, a tempest among a calm forest; the hidden shadow waiting to strike. Always. A smile that concealed as much as it revealed, and eyes that wove riddles instead of offering answers. He was a man weaving gold thread out of rubble and dirt.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Amycus Harlow Carrow

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Carrow, Crow, Myc (hates it), Amy

AGE: Twenty Seven

BIRTH DATE: April 1st, 1952

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

AFFILIATION: Death Eaters

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Man. He/him

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Townhouse, London

OTHER: Carrow Manor, Cottage outside of Hogsmeade

OCCUPATION: Alchemist, Owns a shop in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley with alchemical portals connecting them, called Aureum Solis

PETS: Titus (northern hawk owl)

WAND: Walnut, Dragonheart string, 13 1/2, hard flexibility

PATRONUS: Osprey

BOGGART: a cage for all eternity

AMORTENTIA: unknown.

SCENT: gun powder, chamomile, caramel

INSPIRATION

SONG: Insane by Black Gryph0n, Ruthlessness by Steven Rodriguez, Like you mean it by Steven Rodriguez, Villain by K/DA, Blood sweat and tears by Arcane/Sheryl Lee Ralph, The Line by Twenty One Pilots, Time by Hans Zimmer

PINTEREST: to be added here !!

AESTHETIC: The shimmer of gold, the darkness of a starless night, the echo of sound from another room, a dark cave, a table of alchemy ingredients, the sound of bubbling cauldrons and flasks, a shadow shapeshifting from a shadow into purest forms of light, a shatter glass vial, the wish for immortality and a greater beyond

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Eris and Erebus Carrow.

SIBLINGS: Alecto Carrow (twin sister).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: Rabastan Lestrange (brother-in-law).

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Charms Club, Astronomy Club, Herbology Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Alchemy, Potions, Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, Transformation, Charms

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Welsh, Spanish, Russian

OTHER LANGUAGES: Ancient Runes (reading)

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Hazel

HAIR COLOR: Dark Blonde/Light Brown

HEIGHT: 5'11"

SCARS: dddd

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: Very High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent), Non-Verbal Magic (decent), Fiendfyre Casting and control (expert), Alchemical Knowledge (decent, adept, seeking to become an expert)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Creative, Patient, Cunning, Determined, Invested

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Vicious, Duplicitous, Manipulative, Stubborn

MBTI: INFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Born April 1st, 1952 Amycus came into the world shortly before his sister, Alecto. A fact he holds over her to this day, the wizard is and always has been more than proud thinking himself to be the older of the two. And the more emotional twin.

His childhood was spent with the education of every pureblood wizard, the standard curriculum that one would follow until the day that the Hogwarts letter would arrive. By then Amycus already knew both the expectations of others as well as his own wishes and needs. Early on her found himself drawn to the art of alchemy, the magic behind it. At the end of the day wasn’t it the one true way that the world was woven?

Upon his arrival at Hogwarts young Amycus was sorted into Slytherin, found himself at home and granted his parents’ approval on the matter. He found himself a group of friends, never having to look back. Beyond that it was immediately clear that he’d taken a liking to certain matters and over the years Transfiguration, Charms, Potions and eventually Alchemy became part of his class roster and daily schedule. There was something drawing him in, into the art of turning one thing into another. To him any of those topics and classes inevitably ended with exactly that, whether it was the simple transfiguration of one item to another or the way charms seemed to adjust the flow of things, all the way down to the way alchemy seemed to have the power to take one element only to replace it with another. It was magic in its purest form.

And so, upon graduation, Amycus found an apprenticeship with an alchemist. He was dedicated and willing to learn, eventually become a full-fledged alchemist himself who then, years later would open his own shop, Aureum Solis. With time a second location was added, in Hogsmeade and over time a portal was constructed, his own invention outside any network.

Of course, the war did not miss the wizard. Given his family and friends, the young man found himself equally drawn to the cause of the Dark Lord. After all, wasn’t the idea of purity the path he walked as well? Amycus was ambitious, and so he joined up with the others and eventually received the Dark Mark. The wizard doesn’t deny his involvement in the cause, if asked but is also smart enough not to parade the fact around.

Over recent years the older Carrow twin has managed to establish himself as one of the top alchemists for the cause. Always on the search for more, the desire to discover even the path to immortality has been added to his goals. Amycus has become someone to supply his fellow Death Eaters with things such as small smoke nades and other items. Just recently he’s discovered a way to turn almost anything to stone, wondering just what he can use that fun little party trick for.

[tgyverse]

― 𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎.

gaceta #52. 30 de marzo de 198x.

Hace siete años años fue el primer ataque registrado en esta guerra. Y mientras El Profeta continúa con coberturas superficiales, llenando sus páginas de eventos sociales y noticias sin trascendencia, es nuestro deber reportar la verdad. La verdad es que, desde el inicio de esta guerra, más de 2000 personas han muerto. No sólo eso, sino que más de 5000 personas han resultado heridas, desde lesiones menores hasta torturas, y aún se desconoce el paradero de cerca de 1000 magos y brujas, a quienes también se les ha fallado al no buscarles lo suficiente. Y frente a estos números, queda otra cifra devastadora. Por todos estos crímenes, alrededor de 20 personas han sido acusadas como culpables. De hecho, 15 se encuentran en completa libertad, incluidos Alecto y Amycus Carrow, que fueron procesados, pero finalmente absueltos, sin haber siquiera pisado Azkaban. Desde El Oráculo, nos negamos a hacer lo que los otros medios de comunicación hacen, mirando hacia otro lado cuando esto sigue pasando y todos los números, excepto lo de los responsables, siguen al alza. Es nuestro deber informar y presionar, para que el Ministerio y el cuerpo de Aurores cumplan con sus deberes, sin desligarnos de nuestro deber con la verdad y la información. Es por ello que dejamos con ustedes un reportaje detallado de los nombres de cada víctima, así como lo poco o nada que se ha hecho para darles justicia. Permitiremos que ustedes sean jueces de la ineptitud de nuestro gobierno. A quienes nos leen, manténganse alerta, y tengan cuidado.

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[fideliusnews]

it is with a deeply heavy heart that i interrupt your school break with this tragic update. a recent bout of targeted attacks have been tied to the escape of seven death eaters in november, each resulting in a death. the victims have been named as algie longbottom, haskell bobbins, madam rosmerta, delphine kim, arthur weasley, amos diggory, and amelia bones. according to witness statements, the attacks were indeed coordinated, with each murder taking place with an utterance of the killing curse just as the clock struck midnight and took us into the new year.

our condolences go out to the families of the witches and wizards that we have lost.

full investigations are being made into these attacks, and the ministry is encouraging any and all witnesses to reach out to the department of magical law enforcement as soon as possible. this is not a matter they are taking lightly, as their head witch is amongst those taken.

i know i am not alone in taking this to be the statement they meant it to be. harry potter, the chosen one, is lost, and the death eaters are done hiding.

for those curious, the exact pairs of victim and attacker can be found under the cut. we've opted to keep them hidden from the main article out of respect for the grieving friends and families.

ooc note: as these attacks were done very publicly with the purpose of sending a message, this is all public knowledge that you can play with in threads! the location of each murder will be determined by the relative of the victim where applicable, or the relative of the death eater if the victim's family is not yet in game.

bellatrix lestrange killed arthur weasley.

ambrose pucey killed amelia bones.

alecto carrow killed delphine kim.

franklin yaxley killed haskell bobbins.

augustus rookwood killed madam rosmerta.

antonin dolohov killed amos diggory.

rabastan lestrange killed algie longbottom.

if your muse is related to a victim/death eater, or witnessed one of these attacks, and you would like to post a self para of them reacting to the news, feel free to tag such posts as fhqstask004.

[bcrtiesjr]

“ a bit of a tosser, are you? ” he says, his voice light, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. barty rather enjoyed being near alecto; he felt they understood each other on most things. he takes a slow sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving hers, and his eyebrows raise in mock surprise. “ so now you want me, don’t you? ” he teases, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as his grin curls just a little wider. “ and what would life be without a bit of chaos, eh? ” he asks, the irony in his voice impossible to miss as a lazy sigh escapes his chest. he steps closer, his forearm resting lightly on her shoulder—not pressing, just there, like a teasing touch. his gaze sweeps across the room as his thumb traces the line of his jaw, lost in thought. “ what do you fancy, then? how about we poison the lot of them? ” he suggests, the mischief clear in his voice, his gaze locking with hers in that quiet, dangerous way.

"Oh? How could my poor heart cope if you hadn't shown up?" Alecto murmured, placing a hand over her heart, as if she really was torn up at the thought of him not coming. Of course, she wasn't. Alecto didn't really care about anyone that much. "Gonna cause some chaos then? You know I'll be up for that" Alecto lived for chaos. There was rarely a time when the red head was not involved in any chaos. And she knew Barty knew the kind of thing that she enjoyed. Maybe there could be found some fun in this evening. "Eh. Not necessarily" She mused with a laugh. "But i am bored."

[wizardingworldrevealed]

DE!REMUS

@gobletofmuses​;; ❛  i need your help.  ❜ 

      SHARP EYES moved along with him as he approached, her chin jutting up slightly. alectos upper lip curled as if she were smelling something sour and she held back a gag when he came to a stop before her. making a show of her unwillingness to be near him, she took a rather large step back, her eyes slitting as she held out a gloved hand. “ thats close enough mongrel. ” the words fell from her lips in a distrusting, distasteful tone - as though she couldn’t believe he was even addressing her. he was so far below her. “ i am not doing anything for you. run along and find a nice tree to piss on. ”

[bcrtiesjr]

“ carrow. ” the greeting rolls off his tongue in his usual tone—casual, almost lazy. a half-smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he lifts his glass, taking a slow sip. “ are we seriously going to start running into each other everywhere? and just when you're about to get married? bloody hell, my luck's rotten. ” he grumbles, though there's not a trace of real complaint in his expression—quite the opposite, in fact. he finds the whole thing rather amusing. their dynamic had always been light, effortless, like a game neither took too seriously. “ so then? what do people do for fun around here? because i’ve already exhausted the options—drinking, eating, donating, and making polite conversation. ” he emphasises each word with a slight pout, feigning exasperation.

ft. 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ( @ofcarrowisms ) 📍MALFOY MANOR

[impcrios]

@ofcarrowisms

it wasn't often that rodolphus found himself in knockturn alley unless he was under a notice-me-not charm. it wouldn't exactly look great to be around here as head auror, but as for today he actually had to attend some auror business even though it wasn't really anything serious, more so to tell a store owner to show a bit of decorum, people were getting suspicious and that's where rodolphus came in to nip it in the bud before it started to grow, as he's walking down the alley, he notices one alecto carrow coming out of her bar and he nods his heads towards her. "i'm sure business is booming, carrow." he says, keeping his voice polite and low. he had his auror uniform on, after all. appearances must be kept.

[bxllatrix]

Bella raises her eyebrow at Alecto and pointedly looks at the glass of sparkling water. She highly doubted the woman was denying any of her brother-in-laws deepest desires, but she keeps the thought to herself, playing nice. It wasn't like she was jealous of Alecto — how could she be? Bellatrix was Lady Lestrange now and the eldest daughter in the House of Black. She wasn't jealous of Alecto's condition. Of course not. Was she?

Bella's mood somehow sours even further, the drink tasting like ash in her mouth. She gazes around the room thoughtfully, passing by all of her relations and then some. "So, why haven't you?" It's a fair enough question. If Bellatrix was in Alecto's position, she'd have shoved Selwyn from the top floor balcony and then set the ground aflame, fiendfyre turning the body into plant feed. Healing wasn't something they couldn't learn themselves. It never did well to depend on people to save your life, one should always have the tools to do it onself. "I'm not advocating for murder," She was. "but my social calendar seems to have opened up."

Alecto spent the night with her champagne glass that was filled with sparkling water, the thought of alcohol making her nauseous. "They shall be disappointed." A teasing tone to her voice, taking a sip of her drink. "We must deny their deepest desires." She was certain that was not on their minds, but who knew when it came to the Lestrange brothers.

Had she thought about it? A small snort escaped her parted lips. There was one that lingered on her mind throughout the whole evening, the restraint slowly waning. "I cannot lie to you, so yes, there is one that I would wish to eliminate." Extreme? Some might say, but the moods that hit her like a tsunami wave wished for nothing more to see the demise of Miray. "We do not wish to ruin this for your sister. I am sure we can reframe for one night."

[dolohovi]

@furics​

things have been awfully peaceful lately -- antonin couldn’t stand it. he’d spend the summer at the diggory’s. he had a father figure in his life for the first time ever. he had a friend who truly believed in him, who wanted the best for him. antonin didn’t feel comfortable with any of it. it was only a matter of time before he fucked everything up; he didn’t want to carry the burden of people putting their hopes in him. alice crouch was the last person who did that and how did it end up? alecto carrow was the only person who embraced the real antonin, with all his flaws and messed up thoughts. she was just as much of a mess as he was and the dolohov found comfort in the chaos they created. he hadn’t seen her for a while now, only having caught glances of her and sirius black. there were whispers and although he didn’t pay them much attention, antonin started wondering what the consequences of alecto switching sides would be. he got his mark with her and mulciber by his side, how fucked up would it be if she fought for the opposite side? alecto dying by his hands or him dying by hers would be strangely romantic, antonin thought; but perhaps fighting by her side more so. he stood on a boulder by the edge of the lake -- their place. the last time antonin showed up there, alecto didn’t. he didn’t mention it ever again and kept himself from going there, but tonight, something urged him to do so. he lit himself a cigarette, then another. what a stupid idea, the slytherin thought as he took out a flask from his robes and brought it to his lips. but soon enough he heard footsteps behind him and turned around, putting up his usual arrogant smirk as he saw the carrow approaching. “well, hello stranger. you look like someone i used to know.”

[ofvcnguard]

who: sinistra & alecto & cassiopeia ( @allremains​ ) ( @kingdomsandempires​ ) where: three broomsticks when: late night, after the attack

Sinistra was buzzing, filled with a leftover energy that the day’s fun hadn’t quite satisfied. As she walked, she could feel the beginning tug of her muscles, could feel the first hints of that delicious soreness that would fill her arms, her shoulders, her back the next day. There was an undeniable pep in her step as she weaved her way through the crowded pub - it seemed they weren’t the only ones who wanted to end that day with a drink, but they might be the only ones whose drinks were celebratory - and she’s humming along to the song playing. In the aftermath, she’d gone straight home, the few pathetic scratches she’d walked away with nothing she couldn’t handle on her own, and she’d sat and cleaned her bat for hours, until the polished wood gleamed and had lost even the deepest of stains.

To look at her now, it would be hard to guess that she’d been in the midst of a hellscape only a few hours before. Sinistra had showered and dressed to impress, as she always did: leather pants, emerald green top that drew the eye without crossing the line into revealing or tacky. Content radiated off of her, and she was in a better mood as she sat next to Alecto at the bar than she had been in ages. “Someone looks like she had a good day,” she crooned, giving the other woman a once-over with a wolf’s smile and a raised eyebrow. “Cass will be a few minutes late, so she won’t be needing this.” Reaching for the shot glass in front of the empty seat next to Alecto, she held up her confiscated shot in one hand, her own in the other, some sort of over the top cheers. “To the fallen, may their deaths not have been in vain.” It was what she said every time, some twisted joke saved only for the three of them after a successful attack.