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–– How could anyone live with themselves? All too easily.

She didn’t find it difficult to breathe; didn’t flinch at the thought of the blood on her hands, the permanent red dry dirt (invisible to all eyes but her own) underneath her fingernails that only accumulated after the other night. The smell of rotting bodies after she hung around the house for too long didn’t even wrinkle her nose.

“It’s such a disgusting thing to do. How someone could lay a hand on innocent children is completely beyond me!”

Alecto ‘tut tut’ed under her breath and shook her head, turning on her heel so she was no longer facing the pretty and petite brunette. She couldn’t resist the smirk that twisted her features into something both beautiful and terrifically ugly at the same time. It disappeared in a second after she fiddled with the coffee machine in front of her before turning around again and produce a fresh jug of milk for the woman. Alecto pushed it towards her gently, a soft smile playing at her lips this time.

“Can I tempt you with a scone? Perhaps a little more sugar in your diet will ease the shock.”

a blessed tragedy — alecto & dorcas — 27th of june, 1978

"Terribly so," Came Doe’s rather quieter voice - it was the norm for her to speak with strangers, including those in the shops and cafes she visited; usually Doe would speak louder and chitchat about the weather and whatnot, but the article on the paper had put a damper on her usually sunny mood.

"I… I can’t believe how anyone could do something like this," She mused aloud, stirring her drink before taking a sip. Work started later on Saturdays so she had some time to stop over at the shop, already having made a stopover at her flat to call her family. Even if they weren’t in the immediate vicinity of the attack, they could have been victims too. And that was about the last thing Doe would ever let happen. She could have gone on and on of how she felt about the whole ordeal, but she learned to keep more hush-hush about these things in public - there was no saying on who could be hearing her ramble, after all.

Shaking her head, the midwitch frowned. “I just don’t know how someone coulb live with themselvesafter doing something like that." 

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                                                         тнє тяυтн ιηѕι∂є

                                                                ❧ enfp                                                                 ❧ chaotic evil                                                                 ❧ choleric

What is your character’s personality type? Why do you think it fits them? —

❝ ENTJs are natural-born leaders. People with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. But unlike their Feeling (F) counterpart, ENTJs are characterized by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they've set for themselves. Perhaps it is best that they make up only three percent of the population, lest they overwhelm more the more timid and sensitive personality types that make up much of the rest of the world - but we have ENTJs to thank for many of the businesses and institutions we take for granted every day. ❞

There's one word in the paragraph above that really and truly made me believe that Alecto is in fact an ENTJ — ruthless. Nothing will stop her from going after what she wants. While she may not have big dreams with in career, she certainly is ambitious when it comes to her own schemes. She's a viper that strikes with drive and an intelligence that could only match that of her tests results. I think it was the perfect result, actually. It really suits her character and goes hand-in-hand with her alignment and temperament.

What is your character’s alignment? Why do you think it fits them? —

❝ As a Chaotic Evil, you are compelled by greed, hatred, jealousy, and a lust for destruction. You are hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and often unpredictable. You are out for whatever you can get and have no qualms about doing so in a ruthless and brutal manner. However, your plans are haphazard. Any alliances you make or groups you form are fragile and poorly organized. Some people would describe you as “Demonic.” ❞

This is absolutely perfect. A lust for destruction is what truly gives drive to Alecto and her addiction to control is the deciding factor in her every move. Out of all her tests results, this is the one I almost 100% agreed with. Her plans are intricate and detailed like embroidery — beautiful in a twisted and sadistic way. Her alliances are, however, as fragile as a thin sheet of ice. She is only ever truly loyal to her brother and to herself.

What is your character’s temperament? Why do you think it fits them? —

❝ Your temperament is choleric. The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings. ❞

Alecto's temperament very much mirrors her Myer-Briggs type. Again, I'm really pleased with the result of the test. Alecto is extremely aggressive and an excellent dueller. She likes to be in charge and in control of people's emotions. She does in fact go to the extremes and doesn't settle for any less. Either she has to the farthest of lengths to achieve something she lusts after or doesn't bother at all. She is a cat; constantly looking to chase after another mouse.

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"Leave this place and don't return."

      ❝ You’re a fucking fool, Lestrange. ❞

Her voice was nothing but a whisper; harsh and cold like the frost that kissed the ground. Her teeth were bared as if she meant to lunge for his throat. They were both predators — wolves that howled at the moon that belonged to a pack that had fallen apart. All sense of control ( even that that had it’s talons deep within Alecto ) was gone and the Death Eaters were lost.

Lost. Empty. Pointless.

Flashes of light lit up the dark room, illuminating the older man’s face as she stared at him through narrowed eyes. ❝A fucking fool. He’s dead.❞ The words tasted like ash and it felt as if nails were biting into her heart.

She had followed him religiously, not quite as much as Bellatrix. There was always the need to satisfy her addiction of controlling others yet she had still done his bidding. Alecto had been happy to follow his orders – she had all too willingly tortured and murdered anyone he had wanted her to; not even hesitating when it was a child’s screams that pierced the room.

But he was weak and pitiful in his final hours. Crumbled because of a fucking boy. A baby in a cradle had been her Dark Lord’s downfall. And what was left for his followers now? Hunted down and only to meet an end much like Voldemort himself. No – Alecto wasn’t going to let that happen. Not to her; not to Amycus. She was of too much worth to allow Death to greet her just yet.

The Longbottoms were hot on the Death Eater’s trail. The plan would ultimately fail. Those that were masked would be revealed in the ink of the Daily Prophet. The Order would be able to breathe and then properly grieve.

And Alecto would attend the funeral of those that had fallen. She would set a single flower on Lily’s grave and would hang her head while she mourned the girl she had played oh-so-well and her husband. She would announce to the Leaky Cauldron that all drinks were free and toast to the boy Potter herself. She would build a safety net and with time, she would weave her own web of chaos.

But for now she had to leave this place before it was too late.

       ❝You're going to rot, Lestrange.

                            — Good riddance.❞

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Angsty sentences

"P-please don’t… I cannot anymore…" "I promise I won’t do it again." "Get out of my sight!" "You’re a disgrace!" "I wish you died back then…" "You deserve no good." "You deserve a punishment." "Shut up or I’ll gag you!" "D-don’t approach me." "It hurts so much." "I cannot stand this anymore!" "Let me go, I beg you." "How long will you keep me here?" "Leave this place and don’t return." "You are no longer welcome here." "You are such a wretched being…"

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WO Extra Poland

Photography : Maria Eriksson

Model : Chiara @ Marilyn Paris

Stylist : Patrycja Matysiak

Makeup & Hair : Sandrine Garcia

Fashion Assistant : Lisa Banyahia

Production : Dorota Sikorska

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What is Alecto's moral compass like?

Alecto seems to be following the primrose path, though her path is more twisted than the saying might incline. A life of pleasure that will end in calamity, no doubt. Or so she hopes. She hopes to leave the world in flames, bringing as many others as possible with her.

She does not have a conscience; does not pause before she acts.

In the Deathly Hallows, we know that both Carrow siblings punish the students of Hogwarts by forcing ( though some did so willingly — namely Crabbe and Goyle though due to my own headcanons I don’t think Pansy would’ve done ) students to inflict pain on other students. Hexes and curses alike were used and I highly doubt Alecto would have left the room and allow the torturers to do as they pleased.

Not as protection to those writhing on the ground — she simply loves pain. She loves the way it twist's a victim's face or no matter how strong they are that you can see it in their eyes.

Given the way she'll torture children without batting an eyelash or seduce a priest in the making and drives him crazy with want — I wouldn't exactly say her moral compass is pointing due north.

She can recognize when something's wrong but that just brings her more delight when she does it anyway.

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The most in-depth 30 day character development meme you'll ever find.

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Because I wanted to see something that really got into the nitty gritty details of a character.

I tried to organize it into sections and equalize the amount of writing you’d be doing each day, but obviously that’s going to vary from character to character. Good luck, and may the force be with you.

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Send me a ☼ for my character’s reaction to having found yours, fast asleep and half hanging off of the bed/couch.

—— Once more, the small army found themselves materialising at the Carrow Estate. The seemed to melt through the ceiling like black ink in water. Alecto had offered up her home as a refuge after the Death Eaters fled their mission. Their Lord had not accompanied the few members — their work that evening was far too trivial for him to risk making an appearance.

Oh but she had loved it. She had so enjoyed sitting herself down on the edge of the young boy’s bed and waking him gently. She had eased his anxiety with sweet little lies and promises of his safety. He had wet himself after hearing the screams of his family and she comforted him and cleaned him up. Then, when he was lulled into a false sense of security, the torturing began. No mercy had been shown, despite his age. He would not wake tomorrow scum - he would not have to witness the ugly, oncoming war.

He was much better off.

The adrenaline rush was fading quickly and she could feel the tired ache in each and every muscle in her body. Apparently she was not the only one. The group of young men ( and the single woman who had accompanied them that night ) had apparated into the elegant dining room, some landing gracefully on the long table the stretched from the north to the south end of the room.

She couldn’t find the energy within herself to figure out some method of transport back to her apartment. Instead, she dragged herself through the manor and up towards her former bedroom she had come to loathe. Alecto moved towards the grand staircase that parted in the middle, leading off to the two different wings of the manor. She paused, however, eyeing the young lad who was draped across the chaise lounge. His breathing was deep and a soft snore could be heard as he inhaled. The chair nowhere near matched his side and it seemed that half his body hung off the side. His right fingers brushed the tiled floor and his neck bent at the most awkward of angles, a mop of ash black hair the victim of gravity and making it seemed as if he had a halo.

Severus.

She wasn't tired enough not to laugh maliciously. It was quite the sight. A far cry from the vicious server of a man that was nearly the devil himself. He looked young; innocent. What a fool. Alecto shook her head, still snorting as she started to walk — accidentally treading on his fingers.

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You gotta a pretty kinda dirty face

And when she’s leaving your home

She’s begging ‘babe, stay, stay

Stay, stay, stay.’

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——   “She had a f a c e straight outta magazine God only knows but you'll never leave her, Her [ b a l a c l a v a ] is starting to chafe ...”

alecto carrow ;; a moodboard 2/∞

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Embroidered Blouse by Bill Gibb in British Vogue, 1976

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Sacrilege - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

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a blessed tragedy — alecto & open

— The edge of the mahogany wood pressed into her stomach as she leant across the bar. Dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and a bandana kept loose hairs from falling into her face. The ponytail fell down in ringlets and tickled the back of her neck. One of the house keepers had collected the newspapers from the Daily Prophet office, as per usual. Many decorated the clean tables, awaiting the late-morning risers. Alecto had snatched  the closest one up found herself biting down her lower lip to stop from smiling.

She had been there, hidden by her intricate mask. It was her that had turned her wand on the children, showing absolutely no mercy. Their screams had been music to her ears as they writhed, legs kicking out wildly and throwing their duvets across the room. She hadn't been the one to yell the curse that would end their lives — no, had it been up to her she would've drawn it out longer. The flash of green had interrupted her torturing and brought on a disturbing disappointment. 

She closed the newspaper over and set it down on the bar before pressing her palms against the wood and pushing herself up. A boiled kettle hissed from behind her and she reached around before topping up a nearby customer’s mug. A mask of sadness crumpled her features as she poured.

            — “Tragic, isn’t it?” the brunette sighed, with a nod in the direction of the Daily Prophet.

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                                   13 ½” Aspen, Dragonheartstring, Sturdy. art credit

“Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.”

Appearance alone attracted Alecto to the wand. However, her original wand was not Aspen at all but Ash. She won this particular wand from a werewolf that had sworn allegiance to the Dark Lord but word of the woman’s flee from the United Kingdom had reached Voldemort. The Carrow twin could have easily taken down the wolf woman in seconds but her body had ached for a duel. Alecto had slid the wand from between her fingers and admired it for a moment before claiming ownership. The very next day she took it to Ollivander’s and had the man tell her it’s length and core. The white wood almost glows in the night and Alecto has fallen into the subconscious habit of simply stroking the intricate handle, decorated with patterns resembling lacy, as it rests in it’s holster on the side of her left hip. This wand is very fitting to my interpretation of Alecto as it’s beautiful but holds immense power. While she’s not the best at charmwork, having given it up after her O.W.Ls, she’s an accomplished dueller - a necessary trait amongst Death Eaters in Voldemort’s inner circle. It’s also a stunning wood, a beauty that holds a great deal of power; much like Alecto. 

“As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.”

“The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.”

Naturally, as a Death Eater and a frequent user of the Dark Arts, the wand core that could only suit Alecto is dragon heartstring. Her original wand had contained dragon heartstring as well so it was only fitting her new one was. True to it’s nature, it did not fight against it’s new master. It worked with Alecto easily and did not resist casting the Unforgivables. It fits her quite well though it’s own temperament mimics her twin brother more so than her.

Just another somewhat wand related headcanon I have; Alecto as a girl was left handed and it was presumed her wand arm would be her left. However, the tutor the Carrows had come into to teach Amycus that sometimes allowed Alecto sit in on lessons to learn how to read and write would yell and quite often hit the back of her hand with a ruler when she wrote with her left hand as it smudged the ink. Over time she learned to strengthen her right hand and it’s her wand arm. Her holster remains on her left hip for easier access though she no longer has use for that hand as it grew weak. 

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Character development time! Give me some interesting questions about my character and I will answer.

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Send me a ☼ for my character's reaction to having found yours, fast asleep and half hanging off of the bed/couch.