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“Natalia​, what are your opinions on having a party in our tent? Or tent adjacent? I’m just asking, you know...generally.”

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amalia-petrova:

Amalia’s eyes flashed and it was clear she was fighting the temptation to laugh at Alecto’s words. She quite liked to think of them as friends, but whether Alecto saw them as such - well, meant little in the face of things Amalia had Seen, about then sticking together for however long was necessary. “Ded may have some sort of fit, but if you are so sure you want this, I know for a fact that Babushka will be quite distracting tonight. They likely won’t be back until after midnight, at the earliest.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to bug Bogdan and Natalia to party with us in their tent. It is a win-win situation, Amalia. Isn’t it?” A running joke between them, was the fact that apparently Amalia could See. Not that Alecto believed it, being a girl of the practical world and all. “Just tell me you’ll party with me.”

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dorcasisakeeper:

Dorcas could not help but smirk at the girl in front of her. Whoever she was, she knew how to flirt. “That was good. But no parties at my tent, I’m afraid. My father is there.” She knew that after the game she would go back to her own tent alone — what the girl was proposing was not her style, after all — but she found herself unable to flat out say no to the girl’s flirting. “So, what do they call you?”

“Aww, boohoo to that. Well, whatever it may be, you’re always welcome to my tent. There will a lot of merry drinking and dancing, true Slavic style.” Alecto giggled, an open invitation very genuinely being places. “Nobody should have to celebrate victory or defeat alone. They call me Alecto, and we’re in the big tent over there. The really pretty, maroon coloured one.”

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francis-delacour:

“Well, it depends on who wins. If it’s India, then my tent is always welcome for a party.” Francis decided to humor the redhead, playing along with her little game. He had assumed that she went to Beauxbatons, for she looked too young to be an adult. But her accent threw his assumption off; there was no harm in friendly flirting, now was there? “If it’s not India…I still expect an invite to yours.”

“I see you bet on the underdogs. Clever. I, unfortunately, bet on the team who I think is the strongest. Climbed up the league on sheer strength alone. Then again, what I know about Quidditch comes from Amycus mostly.” Alecto shrugged innocently, responding back with a blush to his flirtations. “You are more than welcome to celebrate Bulgaria’s victory with us, Mister...?”

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mary-macdonald:

“I don’t know, and I will probably be sticking to Floo Powder from here on out,” the young brunette said with a grimace. “Somewhat. But I’ve dealt with worse, aka the pranks of the Gryffindor boys, so I think I’ll pull through.” Putting a smile on, she then added, “So I think I can assume you’re rooting for Bulgaria, yeah?”

“Gryffindor? Oh, you’re from Hogwarts, I see.” It was easier to play things dumb, when it came to social interactions. Alecto found that people liked less intellectual people more often than not, it made for easy conversations. “Oh yes, Bulgaria all the way. Father’s favourite team and all. Besides, can you blame a girl for liking all the muscular men on their broomsticks?”

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“Money can’t make you happy”

WELL IT SURE AS HELL AINT GONNA MAKE ME SAD

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“I am not one for Divination, but I predict there will be a party, regardless of whoever wins. My question is; do you think it shall be in your tent or mine?” Alecto posed the question with a smirk, grey eyes glinting mischievously. She didn’t even have her own tent (she was a guest of the Krums), but it didn’t matter; at least chivalory wasn’t dead, the redhead hoped.

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mary-macdonald:

“I totally didn’t just accidentally port-key myself into the middle of a thorny bush. And there’s definitely not a ton of thorns in my bum at this very moment.” At that Mary shifted a little uncomfortably, still fully aware of a couple more “non-existent” thorns prickling her bottom and thighs. 

“This information concerns me...how exactly did you portkey into into a bush? It must have been quite the tumble though.” Alecto couldn’t fathom anyone being so clumsy or even stupid to not know to aim their portkey right. Judging by the girl’s accent, she reckoned that this girl went to Hogwarts. No wonder. “Does it hurt?”

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MAX - Puppeteer

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CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

Wit as sharp as the edge of the knife and twice as fast, Alecto Carrow is a girl everyone should fear, but hardly anyone those. She might be small, but the girl has been known to cut down people with a smile. Paired with her brother Amycus, there is nothing but wickedness when she’s around. Her role around Hogwarts is unclear, but she has integrated herself well within the castles.

full name: alecto carrow

pronouns: she/hers

blood status: halfblood

education: durmstrang, 5th

orientation: aromantic, bisexual

WIZARDING BIOGRAPHY

The Carrows are a family of pretenders, and to this family was born Alecto Carrow. Younger to her brother Amycus by a matter of ten minutes, she has always felt like the older sibling all the same. She sometimes even jokes about kicking him out so that she could have some peace before exiting into the world of deceit and lies.

Her father never seemed to get along with his own siblings, which brought on a fear of mistrust in her. Growing up close to her brother, Alecto could never imagine a life where her brother wasn’t at her side, knowing what to do or say without her even uttering a word; a connection that most siblings would kill to have. And yet, they seemed to also take to Hestia and Violet Carrow, their cousin sisters from the only family member their father actually kept in touch with.

The Carrows were English, very English. Yet, it was their mother’s decision that they go to her Alma Mata, Durmstrang. It was a school that took scholastics seriously, teaching children not to discriminate magic and put them in boxes. To most people, it might have looked like Durmstrang taught the Dark Arts, but it was simply Arts to her and Amycus. Within the frosty walls of this fortress of a school, Alecto also learned that it was okay to cut down people, and sometimes it was a necessity if you wanted to succeed.

The red haired girl got by on her looks for a part of her life; using the ‘cute’ card to appear harmless, while causing severe damage in the background. She put on a show of innocence, and missed connections to her brother, showing the world how their similarities ended with their hair and simpering smiles. While most people missed it, some would see the glint of mischief and the hunt for something more behind her eyes. And the mask she wore became second skin, and it was hard to tell when Alecto was being genuine or when she was playing tricks on someone else.

Now, here she is in her father’s playing ground, Hogwarts. The younger Carrow sister had a culture shock because of the way things happen to run around here. Growing up with a serious approach to academics, she is almost taken aback by the quality of their education, never failing to make a remark about how Durmstrang was somehow better than Hogwarts. Here at the Triwizard Tournament, the red haired girl has found her niche among the students of Ravenclaw and Slytherin; like-minded individuals who believe in the whispers of the Dark Lord. Now, Alecto isn’t quite sure if she believes whatever this enigmatic leader is saying, but she is coming along for the ride anyway.

amortentia: boomslang venom, tomatoes, and berries

boggart: being enslaved, growing old

patronus: unable to cast one

wand make: 11", black walnut, bloomsang venom, inflexible

face claim: jane levy

THE ROLE OF ALECTO CARROW IS TAKEN