#thread;alecto

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Gift/starter for: Narcissa & Lucius Malfoy @nvrcissasm @luciusmalfoyx @xrodolphusxlestrangex Delivered by house elf the day after Draco was born: an antique copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, its enchantments adapted and enhanced by all the Lestranges. Each page includes moving visuals, music and atmospheric effects, which activate as the stories are read aloud. The book is accompanied by a set of cursed figurines, which will prevent anyone unwanted from entering the room where they're placed.

Dear Narcissa and Lucius,

Congratulations on the birth of your son. He has been born into two great families. This is his gift from ours to yours, Lestranges to Malfoys. We will protect him as our own.

Cissa, I suggest you don't let our mother into the room when the figurines are visible. She's unwanted in any space she enters, after all. She'd probably end up quite dead.

Love,

Bellatrix & Rodolphus, Alecto & Rabastan.

[r-lestrcnge]

Starter for: Alecto Carrow, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom @alectocarrowx @alicealongbottom @franklongbottom-fm Where: Diagon Alley NYE Street Party When: after 22:00

Of all the people to encounter tonight, it had to be Frank Longbottom. Just his luck. Rabastan could feel his blood boiling as he stood with Alecto, maintaining a false expression of polite amicability as they chatted about when the babies were due. All the while, he was imagining the many ways that he could make Frank suffer. His fingers tightened around Alecto's waist, as much an involuntary reaction as to warn her to remain calm. They would have their revenge. But not here, with so many people to bear witness. All in good time. They had waited this long. A little longer wouldn't hurt.

"Twins normally arrive earlier," he told Frank. "We're looking forward to it, and I'll be relieved for Alecto not to endure the full nine months."

He could have crucioed the man there and then. How he'd survived his cursed parcel, he would never know. It was but a small consolation that his lackies had been making Frank's life intolerable. News of their antics had made him laugh, though he desired far more than petty pranks.

[r-lestrcnge]

Handing a glass to Alecto, he filled his own to the brim and wasted no time in taking a hefty gulp. He was unsettled. He disliked lacking facts. He wanted results. Tonight's discoveries were vague, but they were at least illuminating. Alecto may have considered it a waste of time, but Rabastan would disagree. He had learned more about Regulus Black in the last hour than he'd done through months of working with him.

"He certainly wore a good poker face," he mustered, having stood there momentarily glaring at Alecto as she continued. He was not frustrated with her, merely with the situation and its seeming impossibility. "Some foolish, noble idea, perhaps. Or maybe he was afraid. He wanted to prove himself, desperately, I think. He may have overreached." Topping up his glass, he moved to sit beside his wife, sinking comfortably into the lavish cushions. It was not easy to say his next words. He did not give up easily. But he was practical and would not permit his heart to railroad him into fruitless endeavours, when there were so many other duties that could benefit from his attention. This was war. War had casualties. "The problem is we're running out of leads. Where else can we search, after this? He has disappeared from the face of the earth. We are clutching at straws. Do not tell Bellatrix, but part of me wonders if he doesn't want to be found."

Alecto was, for once, content to be home. With a sharp flick of her wrist, she shrugged off her robes and let them fall into the waiting arms of the house-elf who appeared without a word. “We’re uncovering quite a bit about dear Regulus,” she said flatly, her tone edged with irritation. “None of it particularly helpful.” Another night wasted, and still no sign of him.

She moved to stand behind her husband as he poured their drinks, claiming one of the glasses with a fluid motion before settling into the couch, one leg draped over the other with practiced grace. “He had to have a reason for keeping this from us,” she muttered, her voice laced with disdain. “Some foolish idea he thought noble, no doubt. But to put his family through this…” Her eyes narrowed. “It’s tearing the Blacks apart.”

She took a long sip, letting the scotch burn down her throat. “I’m tired of chasing shadows. We need more than whispers and half-truths. We need a real lead, something solid. No more of these games.” Hope starting to fade.

[fipindustries]

you know what, fuck it

no nuance, no option if you havent read the locked tomb trilogy

[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?"

[notdelicatc]

who: @alectocarrowx where: manor gardens when: late morning

It had been a few days since the friends had seen each other. Despite the flow of moving as quick as ever things had felt as though the world had been in a rush to move forward. Perhaps it was due to the days spent hiding away in Venice that the brunette had found the flow to feel extra fast paced. Perhaps there had been other reasons. Emmeline chose not to question it. Instead she'd sent an owl to her friend, feeling slightly bad for vanishing without so much as a goodbye. Honestly, only Rabastan had known, really and in the end the reasons had been bigger than she could have ever anticipated.

When finally the house elf announced the arrival of Alecto, Emmeline had allowed the smallest of smiles to take over her features. There was no need to greet her friend with a look that was as sour and miserable as one might feel on the inside. Either way, no matter the change the witch still very much felt her friend to be important; enough so to put her own issues aside. "I hope you don't mind meeting me in the manor gardens. It seemed like too good a day to waste it inside." And she'd refused to set foot inside the manor ever since returning from her trip. "How've you been?" A few things had changed ever since the wedding. Her conversation with Rabastan still fresh on her mind she couldn't help but feel her smile widen. She was, truly, happy for her friend. - @alectocarrowx

[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 𝐂𝐀𝐑��𝐎𝐖 ( @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.

[fcrox]

who: @alectocarrowx where: lestrange manor when: a weekend, afternoon

"Call me foolish but at this point you almost seem displeased." It was a jab, a silly comment and nothing more than that. His own way of doing what he'd always done, a caring yet somewhat odd twin to his sister. "I bet you can't wait to be running about again, chasing down the next threat to play with." Or perhaps it was simply his way of letting his sister know that she would soon get to cause chaos to those around her to her heart's content.

Sooner or later. "How have you been?" Amycus let the corner of his mouth move up in a smirk, curious and still not entirely ready to simply focus on just that. The wizard cared, but the world was oh so big. This was just another adventure, surely. Still, he cared.

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Gift for Alecto & Rabastan Lestrange, delivered by house-elf a few days after the children are born. @alectocarrowx @r-lestrcnge @xrodolphusxlestrangex

Dear both,

Congratulations, even though you won't yet let us visit. Must we truly wait our turn with the rest of the peasants?

We joke, of course.

This is our gift to the children. An ugly contraption, isn't it? You may set it to hover beside their cribs. It plays music that will lull them to sleep - and lull their enemies into a deathly coma. The pulleys activate magical details that babies are supposed to find interesting. Moving lights and colours, the stars rotate. That sort of thing.

With our best wishes,

-Bella and Rodolphus

[r-lestrcnge]

Solo mentioning: Alecto Carrow @alectocarrowx When: three weeks after the children were born

Rabastan did not feel. Emotions were weakness. His family was cold. Even now, as he stood between his two long-awaited heirs, he did not know precisely what stoked his stoic heart. Pride, certainly, and the satisfaction of having fulfilled an expected duty. It was the closest to unconditional love that he could experience, yet he didn't recognise it. He acknowledged possessive loyalty, knowing that he would do anything for these helpless infants. There were no limits. He had always accepted to make sacrifices for this war, swearing both to kill or be killed. These goals were now inflamed, churned into a wildfire that seared for his new family. It was imperative to correct their world, to make it worthy before they grew old enough to suffer its shortcomings. His ambition for power had escalated. His fidelity to the cause - already dangerously merciless - had become destructively altruistic. He would sooner bring society to its knees than permit his children to witness its flaws.

Reaching down, he hooked a finger around the boy's crib and swayed it indolently. The child reached upon with a tiny fist, greedily clamouring for a taste of his father’s attention. Rabastan allowed him to grip his finger and found - to his surprise - that he was remarkably strong. Good. To reward this quiet show of power, he reached down and picked up the child, holding him unnaturally at arm's length while he studied him in the candlelight, greatly amusing Alecto, who told him to stop observing Rhadamanthus as though he were a item of furniture instead of his own son. Scoffing through an easy smile, he judged the child to be adequate and held him in a more comfortable fashion before attending to his daughter in almost the same way.

Asteria was a quieter thing, simply peering from her blankets with thoughtful eyes. He could have sworn she considered him utterly ridiculous for rocking her crib so pointlessly. Clever girl.

They were perfect.

[r-lestrcnge]

Rabastan, on the other hand, noticed nothing of the sort. It was irrelevant. Therefore, he didn't look for it. Fixated on the task before him, he simply put the girl through her paces, grilling her on all manner of details within her application. By the end of it, he'd left no stone left unturned, and their conversation turned to more general matters. He grew less stern, relaxing by a measure as he concluded that he was happy with this witch. He would see the rest of the applicants so not to cause offence, but it would be a pointless and swift endeavour for he had already found the nanny he desired.

All the while, the portrait stared down with an amused judgement that perplexed him. Stubbornly, he ignored it. He'd seen that look too many times in his youth. As much as he valued the old man's opinion, he was in no mood to admit ignorance and so he behaved as though nothing were amiss. Enjoying his conversation with the young woman who would soon become their new employee, her brewing admiration escaped him completely.

END.

With the applications that were submitted, and the failture of their due diligence the first time round, Alecto made certain that those walking through their townhome would be fitting to be honoured being their nanny for the twins. In essence, no time would be wasted and one would be selected by the end of day.

Rabastan would be able to recount the select few times an impish grin would twist on her lips, eyes darting up to great grandfather, a knowing look shared betwen them. "You shall see, husband." Realisation would dawn eventually for him.

A curt nod is given when Rabastan expresses his desire to further question the young witch. Alecto held not protest to allowing herself to take leave, knowing that later, she could sit back down here under the fire and listen to great grandfather fill her in about the rest of the interview. "I agree with what you share." Her feet hurt and the idea of a nap consumed her mind. "I will let you continue." She leans down to place a chaste kiss on her husbands lips. "I do like her."

The pregnant witches straightens, making her way out of the room, where she opens the door, gesturing for the witch to come back in. "Mr. Lestrange will carry forth with the rest of the process, I must take my leave." Alecto didn't miss the smile that curled on the witches lips and how she had a little hop to her step, shaking her head, closing the door behind her.

[battle-scvrs]

"I hear you've been put on bed rest...or, I suppose, the Death Eater equivalent," Reg called through the halls of Rabastan's townhouse, trying to locate his friend. "Does the Dark Lord offer maternity leave too?" his voice was tinged with amusement, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity. He wasn't sure how it all worked - not that Regulus was likely to be getting anyone pregnant anytime soon, but seeing his cousin with Nymphadora recently had raised some questions about how children would be raised in service of the Dark Lord. He supposed it wasn't too different to his own very strict upbringing, but he wondered how long the children would get to grow before they had to pledge themselves.

Rounding the corner to the sitting room, Reg set eyes on Alecto and shot her a grin before flopping onto her couch. "I can get Kreacher to knit a lovely little sweater for the kids." @alectocarrowx

[sumamitt]

fuck realized alecto saying "this is how flesh loves flesh" someone had to teach her. john WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER

[sylvanas-girlkisser]

Okay I admit it, the locked tomb does have a vriska. It's not Ianthe though, no matter how much the fandom tries to convince you otherwise.

It's John Gaius.

[bellaaegis]

who: @alecctoccarrow where: their shared dorm

"I can't believe this is our last year here together." Bellatrix was still putting away some of the things she'd thus far been too busy sorting into the small drawers provided to the elder students in their more lavish dorms. "I have no doubt that you'll take over just fine. Show them who's in charge when I'm not around to do it anymore." The brunette whirled around, beaming at her friend. It was such a rare gesture. Where others would get snark or the hidden bite of a snake, eyes or voice laced with venom or a certain not all that detectable fabricated niceness, Alecto had only ever received care. It was something reserved for very few, mainly her family.

The witch turned around, reaching for the suitcase as she pulled out a small bag. "I brought you something. From France. I can't exactly spend my entire summer in a different area of the world and not bring my friend at least a little something, hm?" Bellatrix placed the small package on her friends' bedside table and motioned for the other to open it. Perhaps it wasn't a world-changing item, but something that the brunette hoped her friend would find useful all the same.

"Besides that, anything I missed at that party? I was only around for a short while! You certainly seemed by far more social." There it was, that flicker of mischief and chaos in her eyes.